It was so loud and sudden that I nearly dropped the dress I was holding. I quickly turned around to see the faces of angry people who were fully intended to swing me from the tree outside. I realised immediately the situation I was in. A well-liked guests was nowhere to be seen and the last person who was seen with her was also in the room with her dress in his hand. I was sure it would have been ended in a very ugly situation for me if I couldn’t tell them otherwise. So I cleared my throat and opened my mouth but before I could mutter a single word , I was violently pushed on the bed.<\/p>\n
“Wait .. wait.. It is not what you are thinking. Let me explained” , I pleaded to deaf ears.<\/p>\n
I was eventually tied up and carried to the kitchen and to the cold room. I could hear the door bing locked from outside with faint voices discussing on what to do with me. Then it was silent. I swore I thought it was the end of me , being frozen alive. After a few min , Mrs Smith came in with a thick wool blanket but she left without saying a word. I managed to wrap myself in the blanket , with much difficulty owing to my hands being tied tightly and all , and spend the time shivering with the frozen beef on the counter.<\/p>\n
I couldn’t remember it was night or day or how long I was in the cold room but just as I was about to pass out , I heard the door unlocked. It was Mrs Jamie , who everyone thought had disappeared!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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