Chapter 27 - I will do my best to keep you safe (1/2)

Not again! This doesn't look like the 21st century at all. It looks like I am in a garden. Young girls are walking around in robes with boxes in their hands. The buildings look like historical sites. I have a bad feeling about this.

”You, slave! What are you doing here?” A plump woman in plain robes scowls at me. ”The kitchen needs help.”

Slave. I open my mouth to say that I am not a slave. But, she pulls me by my hair and drags me to the kitchen before I can utter a word.

”You are new. So, I would let you go this time.” She gives me a threatening look. ”If I see you dilly-dally again, I will ask madam to sell you away.”

She strides away from me in anger, leaving me shocked by this whole exchange. Am I still in the primitive era? Is my aunt here?

”You must be new.” A young girl around 14 comes to my side. ”What is your name?”

I don't know whether I should use my real name. ”Bao Mi?”

”You sound like you are not from here.” She gives me a knife to cut the vegetables. ”You are lucky. They sold a slave to a prostitution house when she was caught lazing around.”

What the hell! I bȧrėly escaped from a forced marriage and ended up becoming a slave at some household. Time, what do you want from me? When can I go home?

By the end of the day, I am tired. I have never worked this much in my entire life. I realize that people of the 21st century have it way easier than these people. We have the technology and they have slaves.

It gets dark. I decide to sneak out of this place. I will dress up as a man and live like my aunt. I will probably make it back to my time some days later. I have to survive until then. I crawl out of the servant quarter, making sure that I am out of the sight of the guards.

The problem is that I don't know where the exit is. I have to climb over the wall. It looks high. I don't know what to do.

”Assassins!!!” Someone screams.

Wait, I am not an ȧssassin. I am about to yell. My eyes bulge out when I see flying dark figures like in movies. Shit! Real ȧssassins are here.