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After enduring fifty strokes with the tree branches, Lionel’s slap, a night in the basement, and walking hungry for an hour along a mountain road, Sheila thought she could not go on.
Yet, in reality, when a person wanted to survive, their potential was boundless.
Under Margaret’s watchful eye, Sheila, carrying a heavy hoe, dug planting holes in the field all morning.
Despite feeling physically exhausted, she managed to push through without fainting
At noon, when it was time for lunch, Sheila never imagined that she would be so hungry one day that she would completely disregard her appearance, shoving the food into her mouth.
The simple buns in her mouth tasted even better than the exotic delicacies she had once enjoyed!
However, Margaret did not allow her to eat much. After three large buns, she cleared away all the food in front of Sheila and instructed her to go to the pigsty to feed the pigs.
Though Sheila was an illegitimate child, Albert and Corey had always treated her well. She had lived a life of luxury and comfort since childhood and had never even seen a pig, let alone been inside a pigsty.
As soon as she opened the door to the pigsty, Sheila was overwhelmed by the nauseating smell and
ran to the side to vomit.
She had barely filled her stomach, and now she had vomited it all out along with her stomach acid, making it utterly unbearable.
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Seeing that Sheila had not entered the pigsty for a long time, Margaret ran over, grumbling, “What are you dawdling for? You have ten minutes. If you can’t finish feeding them, you won’t have dinner!”
It was only the first day, and if she could not have dinner, she would not be able to finish reciting the
religious scriptures.
Not finishing reading meant she could not sleep, but she had to wake up at 5.30 a.m. and hoped to get
at least a few hours of rest.
With this in mind, Sheila held her breath, fought off the nausea, grabbed the feed bucket, and rushed. into the pigsty.
In the afternoon, she continued to work in the fields.
Despite her slow movements, she managed to complete her tasks, albeit barely, under Margaret’s relentless scolding.
Sheila was proud of herself for enduring the most agonizing first day, but little did she know the real ordeal was just beginning.
In the evening, just after she finished dinner and rested for less than five minutes, John forced her to
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kneel in the yard while Paul brought out a horsewhip, standing behind her with a chilling demeanor.
With each lash, the whip cut into her flesh mercilessly.
Sheila gritted her teeth, collapsing to the ground time and time again, only to be dragged back up by
John.
Meanwhile, Margaret sat on a bench by the door, leisurely snacking and shaking her leg as she
watched.
The sound of the whip was terrifying.
After watching for a while, Margaret began to tremble uncontrollably, dropping her snacks in fear.
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Recalling Paul’s words from earlier in the day, her pity for Sheila was overridden by a strong sense of disgust.
She scoffed lightly at Sheila, “You deserved it! You should’ve been beaten to death! Mr. Lawson has been good enough to you! He’s almost seventy years old and has trouble walking. How could you have the heart to push him down the stairs?
“You’re seriously evil despite your young age!”
As the final lash landed, Sheila cried out in pain, weakly collapsing to the ground, her entire body aching, especially her back, which throbbed with excruciating pain.
In a daze, she listened quietly to Margaret’s incessant cursing, too drained to even muster a rebuttal.
However, the torment was not over yet.
Paul lifted her up again, making her kneel, while John placed a box of religious scriptures in front of her.
The two planned to take turns watching her read throughout the night.
With the loss of Albert and Corey’s help, Sheila was just a vulnerable nineteen–year–old girl.
Besides enduring and persevering, she had no other choice.
She resigned herself to take the scriptures, flipping open the first page, and began to recite, awkwardly starting her ordeal.
While those scriptures were for personal development, for Sheila, it was only torment.
