As I was lost in my thoughts, the door opened again.
This time, it was the maids who came in to bring me dinner.
Every time they served me in silence and left without uttering a word. I dont know if this was Lukes arrangement, but sometimes I really wanted to talk to someone...
But there was never a suitable person.
Imprisoned in this cage that Luke had built for me, how could I ever get a moments relief for my soul?
If this continues, I think Ill go crazy.
The maids expressionlessly placed the food in front of me. Although the tableware was exquisite and the food wasnt that bad, I still had no appetite.
One of the maids came over to support my back, but I couldnt stand the feeling on my body and asked, "Can I take a bath first?"
The leader frowned slightly, her voice very cold: "Im sorry, the young master didnt make such arrangements."
I dont know what kind of methods Luke used to train such a group of people. Although they were taking care of me, I felt that I was never treated as a human by them.
Even at the beginning, I was looking forward to maintaining a little dignity in front of them, but Lukes attitude towards me was already so obvious. Could I still expect these servants to treat a plaything with a good face?
I sighed silently. I never asked them for such a request before because I knew it wouldnt be accepted. But when I was really rejected, I felt unwilling.
They could clearly see what kind of torture I had suffered, so how could they be so inhuman?
"Can you... help me talk to Luke?"
The maid suddenly raised her head, and a cold light flashed in her eyes, clearly filled with disdain for me. Yes, I almost forgot that being imprisoned here and reduced to a forbidden person, where do I have the qualifications to negotiate with them?
Although they are just servants, I am now... not even as good as a servant.
I lightly pursed my lips and wanted to continue to fight for myself, but she actually showed me a face directly.
She slammed the bowl heavily on the table, and her expression looked extremely impatient: "Whether you eat or not."
I stared blankly at the bowl that the maid slapped on the table, feeling that there was no difference between me and that bowl. Inexplicably, I felt that whats the point of living like this? I cant escape at all, and I may be imprisoned without dignity until death. Its better to die now.
Dont eat, I dont want to live this life anymore, just die... Its also quite good.
Seeing their arrogant attitude, I turned my head and didnt say a word.
The maid probably originally wanted to deal with me with a fierce attitude. Seeing that I really didnt plan to eat, her expression became a bit panicked.
"What are you doing? Serve her to eat!" She shouted harshly, clearly deliberately emphasizing the word "serve", which should also want me to understand my identity.
What identity I am is no longer important. Because now I have only one idea, that is... to starve myself to death. This good method I actually just thought of, being shackled on this bed, I cant see anything that can hurt myself, so I didnt notice this matter.
After recognizing this idea, these guys cant do anything to me. They stood in front of my bed for a while, and finally, someone asked first: "Li... Aunt Li, what should we do now?"