justarandomguy
Magistrate
To her suprise, Kieara saw that even the guards left and only one person was staying. The woman who took the role of her master in practice. But why did the guards also leave?
The woman approached her:
- "Hello, remember me? Diana? I hope so, that whole free slave and roman citizen status might have gotten to your head".
- "Diana...? W-what are... you doing here...?" - Tried to ask Kieara while also dealing with the pain
- "You know, I have kind of missed you... kind of, you were such a good slave, maybe too good for your own, well, good. It was such a foolish choice by my husband to just let you go. I wonder why would he do that?".
- "W-what do you mean, h-he was just a good... man".
- "Yeah, but the special treatment he gave you, going out of his way to even make you citizen... not even I am a citizen and yet you...? Confess already, you two were having an affair".
- "What? No, you saw I was just doing my best-"
- "Yeah, sure, not even that should make you something more than a slave".
- "Why are you... doing... t-this? How are there no g-guards?"
- "Poor thing, you haven't realized yet? I'm a widow of the second most important person of this region. I may not be a so called citizen like you, but don't underestimate me. By the way, I moved some things here and there to give you two gifts. One will be a bunch of friends to celebrate your other gift, one that will look pretty in your head".
- "What do you mean... what did I d-do to you?"
- "Stop playing dumb, you certainly stole my man and then tried to take advantage of him by attempting to become anything more than what you really are, a worthless slave. No amount of "hard work" should break the natural order of things. But well, I guess I was sent by the gods to restore that order, even if it hurt a little when I gave my man that "special" drink".
Kieara was shocked. Not only was Diana a cruel master, but she was just confessing to be a heartless murderer.
- "Y-you...".
- "Aw, yes, I can tell you this plain and simple, what are you going to do, tell the guards? Sure, they will trust a slave who attempted to murder the governor... oops, that was me too, oh well...".
- "..."