I sat down stretching my arms looking around. I couldn't help my self from smiling. Life is perfect.

"Anne!" She came in right after I called, tea in her hands. I glared at her and stood up. I was naked from last night latest conquest. She blushed and looked down. Putting the tea on the commode, and arranging it the way I like it. "Did you get lost today coming to my room?" She shook her head still looking down.

"No master."

"Haven't I told you I want my tea in my room before I wake up?" She flinch and kept looking down.

"Yes master you have."

"Then what happened?" I was being an asshole. I knew it, but if I let her slide she would think of me as weak.

"Master Frederick asked me for his breakfast." Of course my father.

"Now I'm confuse." I said sarcastically. "Who do you work for?" I paused to glared at her, she wouldn't meet my eyes, like she was suppose to. "Who slave are you?"

"Yours, but your father."

"Excuse me?" I interrupted her.

"Master Frederick asked me to tend to him as well as yours… His slave got hurt."

"I see. Did you asked me?" She shook her head knowing what was coming to her. I walked to the commode, picking up the tea and slurping from it then smiled at her. "Guards." She whimpered, but remained quiet. Three guards came to my room at once. "Ten." I put a robe and walked out, as the guards grabbed her and took her away. I walked straight to my fathers room and open the door with too much force. "Who the hell do you think you are to use my slave as you please?" I turned to the bed figuring he was still sleeping. He was far from sleeping. He was having sex with our servant. I stared at them crossing my arms around my chest. The girl only looked back at me as my father kept his rhythm. "Leave us." She stared at me like I was stupid. I walked to my father and got closer. "A word father." He sigh really frustrated got off the girl and put a robe that was hanging on the side to glared at me. The girl got up and scurried out of the room, looking relieve.

"This better be important son."

"I would say it is." I glared at him. "Who the hell do you think you are taking my slave? Cant you buy one?"

"Yes. I was going to this afternoon." He walked to his commode and drank his coffee. Which of course piss me off. "But I needed a breakfast meal."

"When did you tell Anne?"

"This morning." He said taking a bite of his bread.

"When did yours got sick?"

"Last night."

"Couldn't you let me know. I had to get my whip." He shrugged finishing his coffee.

"She should of told you."

"You told her this morning!" He chuckled putting the cup on the night stand.

"If she was a good slave, she should of have been brewing your tea." I sigh irritated.

"Where is your slave."

"I disposed of her." I hide my horror.

"You sold her?"
"No, no one would buy a sick slave. I send to get her stone." I put my head high.

"You do know, she would of recover right?" He shrugged.

"How dare she, get sick."

"Urgh." I walked out of the room towards mine. I needed to go and ride my horses, no wonder I was such an asshole. I was the son of a tyrant. I went back to my room and got dressed and walked out to the stable and mounted my horse. As I was about to take off, they just finished with Anne. She was almost dragging her self to the slave cottage. I hit the horse once, and he took off running. Ah the fresh air. I closed my eyes letting it hit my head. When I go back. I would have sex with Anne and forget she was a person. I grinned at the though. Hours later I went back to the house, giving my horse to one of the male slave so he can clean him up. Once in my room, I got naked throwing the clothes to the floor. I was walking to the bathroom, when I notice lunch was served on my bed, still steaming. Oh that's why I loved her. I grinned getting in the bath. Anne was there waiting head looking to the floor. Once I got on the tub she started rubbing my body with a wet cloths. My body reacting to her touch. I smirk. Once she was done, she dropped the cloth in a bucket and was about to walk out, to wait in my room no doubt. I grabbed her hand. "Wait in my bed naked." She nodded once and waited for me to let go. I did. I took my time in the tub, the room would be cold making her nipples hard, which was what I wanted. I almost felt asleep on the tub, the water turning cold, so I got out and dried my self, then threw the towel on the floor and walked out. She was laying down on the bed naked, she looked cold. I turned on the candles warming the room now, no need of me to suffer to. The food was on one side of the bed and a cigar on the other one. "Good job." I said approvingly as I got on the bed getting on top of her. And began pounding her. Of course she grunted, but tried to hide it, it would hurt her, as she wasn't wet, but she didn't showed her pain. As I went faster I stared at her face. It was blank, emotionless, dead. I got mad and got of her roughly making her let out a soft cry of pain. "Turn over." She did quickly. I went from behind, but put it in her ass. She bit her lips holding on a cry. Her back was raw from the early whip. I put my hands on it as I rocked making her cry. I smiled. After half an hour I collapsed besides her and sigh extending my hands. She got out of the bed almost falling and lighted the cigar giving it to me. I took it and put it on my mouth. "Your excuse." She took her clothes and walked out quickly tears falling down her cheek. I smiled. Life is good. I finished my cigar falling asleep.

"Master?" I opened my eyes and glared at her.

"What?" She looked down.

"Is master going to finish his lunch." I turned my head to it. It was cold.

"Is cold." She walked to it quickly and pick it up and walked out. Ten minutes later she came it with it, and it was steaming again. I sat down as she walked to the side and started putting it on the nigh stand. "Feed me." she nodded, putting it on the bed getting close to me, and she started feeding me. Once the food was done she started cleaning up. "What is your last name Anne?"

"Weber Sir."

"You got family?"

"Yes."

"Where are they?"

"They got sold differently."

"Shame." I laid back on the bed and move my hand dismissingly. "Your dismissingly." She pick up the stray and walked out. The day after that went boring. I went to my study to read and felt asleep there.

Life was good.

Writers Note: This is suppose to start in the 1600s but my english stinks, so writting it in that speach, would be worse, hope you guys enjoy and R&R