Erika dashed up the stairs, breathing heavily. There must have been 100
stairs you would have to climb just to get to where he wanted her. She
would have taken her time, if it wasn't the fact that she was about to be
late. 'I can't be late, I mustn't be late', she told herself over and over
again in her mind. It was horrible, as she thought of all the punishments
she would have to face if she was in fact late. She finally made it to the
door, opening in and stepping inside. She finally had caught her breath
when Draco's stern voice called to her, "You're late."
-=-September 23rd. Weather: Sunny-=- I was late getting to him this morning. Only because I had to finish washing the dishes from his breakfast. I ran as fast as I could to get there, but it wasn't enough time. There were stacks of dishes to do. He does it on purpose. Everything he would eat, he would have a different plate for. He would fill about 5 glasses up, maybe a quarter, so I'd be left to wash them all. Secondly, it's the way he eats. I only wish that I could eat what he did, and he would make me stand there as he ate; slowly. Anyway, He wanted to see me after breakfast, most likely to order me to do something stupid, like clean the floors with a toothbrush (Which happily, he hasn't done yet.) He circled me a bit, which made my heart pound faster and faster. "How about we take whatever meals you have now.. Away?" He sneered. I looked at him, eyes widened. I didn't get much to eat, and if he took it away, I would surely die slowly. "What do you think?" He said, the same evil sneer across his face. I shook my head, "Please, don't." I begged. He loved it when I begged. Made him think he had power over me. He also loved to torture me. "I think I'll take away.. one meal." He said, turning his back on me and stepping away for a moment. One meal. I gave him the painful look, which I used on him to show he was hitting me hard, even though he wasn't. One meal was better then taking away all of them. Even though there were only three. He smiled as he made me go down on my knees and thank him for not taking away the rest. "Thank you master." I would say, lying. He lifted his hand and told me to leave his room, and get to cleaning the kitchen. That took me most of the day, but at least I didn't have to see him. Of course I didn't have to clean. It wasn't my duty. His father owned about 20 maids, who would clean everything. But of course, him being a 16 year old with his own personal slave, he loved to torture me. He made me clean everything. Luckily, though, seeing I was only his for around three days, He hadn't made me do anything too drastic. /i
-=-September 23rd. Weather: Sunny-=- I was late getting to him this morning. Only because I had to finish washing the dishes from his breakfast. I ran as fast as I could to get there, but it wasn't enough time. There were stacks of dishes to do. He does it on purpose. Everything he would eat, he would have a different plate for. He would fill about 5 glasses up, maybe a quarter, so I'd be left to wash them all. Secondly, it's the way he eats. I only wish that I could eat what he did, and he would make me stand there as he ate; slowly. Anyway, He wanted to see me after breakfast, most likely to order me to do something stupid, like clean the floors with a toothbrush (Which happily, he hasn't done yet.) He circled me a bit, which made my heart pound faster and faster. "How about we take whatever meals you have now.. Away?" He sneered. I looked at him, eyes widened. I didn't get much to eat, and if he took it away, I would surely die slowly. "What do you think?" He said, the same evil sneer across his face. I shook my head, "Please, don't." I begged. He loved it when I begged. Made him think he had power over me. He also loved to torture me. "I think I'll take away.. one meal." He said, turning his back on me and stepping away for a moment. One meal. I gave him the painful look, which I used on him to show he was hitting me hard, even though he wasn't. One meal was better then taking away all of them. Even though there were only three. He smiled as he made me go down on my knees and thank him for not taking away the rest. "Thank you master." I would say, lying. He lifted his hand and told me to leave his room, and get to cleaning the kitchen. That took me most of the day, but at least I didn't have to see him. Of course I didn't have to clean. It wasn't my duty. His father owned about 20 maids, who would clean everything. But of course, him being a 16 year old with his own personal slave, he loved to torture me. He made me clean everything. Luckily, though, seeing I was only his for around three days, He hadn't made me do anything too drastic. /i