Chapter one- Olesya and her master

Olesya wondered around her home. The home she had come to know and love. Her master had been out for the day, and she had the day to herself. Though he forbid her to leave she understood why. She didn't mind.

She went over to her little desk, and began to write down her songs, the ones that began to fill her mind with tunes and music. She never let a soul read if before, not even her master. It was hers and her own. Something she could have forever as her own.

"my dear?" she jumped at the sudden sound that came from the dark. She took a small breath and looked back at him.
"yes master?" he looked at her closely.
"are you still working?" she nodded in response
"yes, I have a lot on my mind. It's a great way to let it all out" he nodded. She looked down, fiddling with her fingers. She wanted to go outside. She knew it was snowing, she wanted to know what it was like.
"master, I have a question, please, if I may" he hummed a little, before responding
"what is it my dear?" I sighed heavily
"yes, um, I was wondering if I could maybe… " she hesitated becoming more and more worried for his response. "may I leave… just out to a store, just for a while, please?" she heard him growl a little before moving toward his organ quickly
"no" she sighed heavily
"please, master, I beg of you, just once, then ill never ask again!"
"NO!" he boomed, frightening her, she backed off a little.
"F-Forgive me master…" she bowed her head, trembling a little from his change in tone. He sighed.
"forgive me my dear, but from a younger age I have thought you that the outside will treat you horribly. You will remain here where you are safe." She took over his sentence
"and help you perform your miracles, as I am an angle" she said it slightly monotone. But he knew that she would feel monotone. She hadn't left the building since she was 6. And that was 9 years ago. He couldn't blame her.
"come my dear, lets sleep, you can have a go on the piano tomorrow, if im back early" she grinned a little at his words and nodded
"alright!" she walked over to the sawn bed, and started to remove her cloths.

It was different to Erik now. When she first joined him at 6, he was 20. A massive age difference and the fact she was so young caused his subconscious mind to abort any form of sexual feelings for the girl. As she got older, he perceived himself a father to her. As she reached her 15th birthday, he began noticing a change in her body. She would ask for his help as a child to wash her hair. He had tolled her by the time she was 13 or 14 that she had to learn to do it on her own. She did. The next year her body developed. She was pushing 16, and it became hard for him to not notice her body. She grew and he noticed.
h turned his head, yet kept his eyes on her, as she undressed and started putting on one of his old oversized tops. He looked at the way his top looked on her, with her chest and her behind… he shook his head and covered her the bed.

Olesya slipped inside the bed, not even noticing her masters eyes focused on her. He began to removing his cloths, and then laid down in his lose trousers and his baggy white shirt. She watched him closely. He was handsome, but his fame and his real love lied with Christine. She was a year older than her, and much more beautiful than anyone else. If only she could be Christine. And be the one and only thing on her masters mind.

Both had fallen asleep. The darkness surrounded them both. Until around 2am…