I used to work for a very evil woman. Before i worked for her, my mother worked for her. So when my mother fell ill i was asked to stand in for my mother. My mother then passed away so i had to permanently work for the woman. She was white, originaly from abroad, i think France if i remember correctly.
I had to take over my mother's job because i had siblings to continue feeding. We needed the money. That woman had a very cruel and dark heart. She would make me work till very late. She liked hosting so each time her guests are around I'd have to be sitting in the kitchen waiting for them to ring the bell for multiple reasons.
I would be serving them even if the guests would leave at 2am i needed to be up to serve them. When they all left i had to clean up after them and sometimes I'd sleep around 4am and had to wake up at 5am to start with my daily chores.
I was only allowed to be off one day in a month. she treated me exactly how she would treat my mom. The treatments were nothing new because my mom would share with us how she was treated. It was only when i started working there that my mother was physically abused.
That woman had a short temper. If she didn't like something i did she would beat me and even pour me with hot tea if it doesn't taste how she wants. There was a room she warned me to never enter.
One day i was so furious at her after she beat me for forgetting to close the garage window. I decided once she leaves the house i was going to enter that room. She left and i entered. To my surprise the room was extremely beautiful. So beautiful and welcoming. There was also a piano music playing from far in the backroom.
I went inside the room with so awe and adoration. I looked up the ceiling and the ceiling had snake designs, not scary designs. The kind of snake design you'd look at and think wow what a beautiful art.
I looked down and realised that the floor was made of money designs. I threw myself on the bed and the bed turned into a pile of money. I ran out of the room as fast as i could. I have never been that confused in my life. Days passed by and i realised that madam didn't notice a thing.
A few weeks later i decided i was gonna take a few notes from the money and see if she would notice. I did exactly that and i got away with it unquestioned. That's when i decided i was going for more this time with a school bag. I was gonna take enough to change my family situation.
Everytime madam was out i went in for the money. I filled my bag with the money and left that house for good. When i got home i wasn't even worried about madam showing up because she didn't know where i live. She never even buried my mom.
One night while i was sleeping i heard banging sounds from my wardrobe. Where i had kept the bag full of money. I went to check what was happening and the bag was moving around. I opened it and to my suprise there was no money but a very big snake.
I have hit the bag with rocks, i have tried burning it and i have even boiled it but it keeps coming back. I now see the snake everywhere i go. When i am sleeping i dream of myself speaking to the snake. It is telling me that there is no going back now. It tells me that i should feed it one of my siblings and it will give me a lot of money.
I don't want the money so i am here begging for someone to help me get rid of the snake. Sometimes in my dream i dream of it choking me. My life has become very miserable.
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