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Adele, or Mary, as her master called her, loved cooking the daily meal.

A slave, being in the kitchen was a much better job, although, when they had a dinner party, she would be on her feet from six in the morning to gone past midnight. A long day, but there were perks.

A tiny amount of herbs, from her garden. Insignificant, amounts. Not to kill, but a way to stop them being able to have children. Her mum had taught her from an early age. It was her way of rebelling. So many were whipped, just for escaping. Some had even tried going through the legal system. What was the point in running away? she would be caught, made an example of.

No, her rebellion, for her dominant master, would never leave a mark.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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