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I slowly wake feeling the rays of light hit my pale face. I bolt upright forgetting that I was sleeping in a large comfortable bed. I remember Logan's orders from the night before and fear that I have awoken late. Without thought I bound out of my room, briskly walking down the hall hoping Logan isnʼt too upset that I woke up late. Thoughts run through my mind as to why he didn't barge in my room to wake me. I tentatively step into the kitchen area and I immediately see Logan sitting in a chair at the table, bent over tying his dirt painted work boots.

"Your late kid," he confronts without bothering to look up at me.

I hesitate not knowing if it my place to speak but after I moment of silence I hastily begin to speak "Itʼs just that itʼs been so long since I have had a good nights sleep, sorry." I am met wit a long silence once again as my nerves begin to rise. Then his deep rough voice speak as I try not to shy away from his words, "Yea, I know, thatʼs why I didn't bother to wake you up, but donʼt get used to it kid this is your first day so ill give you a break." He says finally finishing up his boots and sitting up to take a long stare at me.

I stay there stunned in place. I can only hold his gaze for seconds before I cut my eyes to the flooring in front of me. Once again I can feel is blazing eyes as my pale skin turns a shade of red. I'm not sure if he wants me to move or what, all I want his for him not to be disappointed in be more pissed. Last nights conversation flashes through my mind as to what my job would be. It's morning and he doesn't look like he has eaten, He must be waiting for me to serve him. Without thinking I let the words spill out of my mouth "What would you like for me to cook you?"

I must have said the right thing because he grunts, "Whatever you want, and make enough for the three guys outside and yourself."
"ok" I respond feeling weird that I still haven't called him Master today. It feels wrong not to call him that but he was already clear, I was not to call him that, so I will just keep that to myself.

I walk over to the stove area with small unsure steps. I light the wooden stove and prepare the pot to be heated. I rummage around until I find some eggs and crack them into a bowl and stir them up. I actually donʼt really know how to cook much of anything, but i'll have to learn fast, as Logan said he was only going to help me out today. The soup he cooked was tasty but I doubt he knows how to cook much of anything either. Ill just have to be creative.
I pour the raw egg in the pot as I find more food items I can cook with. Logan seems to be well stocked with food and supplies. I take out five pieces of bread toast them up in the oven and butter them.
After opening several cupboards I find the plates and cups and begin filling each cup with water, and adding a piece of toast and a small portion of egg on each plate. Iʼm donʼt really know anything about Logan, what he likes or how much he eats. I finish cooking some sausage under his gaze. he has been sitting silently watching me without comment making one comment. I feel uncomfortable but I keep it up as I go about trying to ignore him as best I can. His idea of helping isnʼt really helping. and I feel nervous with him just watching not sure if I am making mistakes or not. After all he has done for me, I really hope to make him happy.
I begin to carry his plate of eggs toast and sausage. The suddenly Logan lifts his hand in a halting motion. For a split second I'm sure he he is going to reject the food I have cooked. My face drops and I already feel like a failure at my first task.

"The men outside get served first, they deserve a warm meal for their work." I am taken aback. His reason for stopping me had nothing to do with the food I cooked for him. I shake my head trying to think if I heard him right. The master of this house the keeper of this land is willing to wait and eat after his lower ranking slaves, that is just unheard of. I turn back around and look for something to set the plates on. I find a tray and I set the three plates on top of it. If thatʼs how he wants it, thatʼs how its going to be, I donʼt have a say.

"I'll go serve them." I say, already knowing where the barracks are, as I saw them on my way in yesterday. I balance the tray on one hand as I try to reach for the door keeping the tray from spilling.
I can feel Logan watching as I struggle with the handle but I donʼt dare to look at him.

I hear him stand taking large steps forward he swings the door open for me, looking up with a smile, "thank you", and step out into the breezy winds, the harsh winter will be coming in a couple months I predict.

Logan steps out with me, taking the lead as I follow him. I guess he is going to show me anyway, thatʼs nice of him.
He walks with much confidence, and his strides long and quite. You would never know he was coming. It seemed so odd for such a big guy to be able to walk wit such grace.

Reaching the door he slams it open a little less than graceful. He definitely doesn't have the finer art of opening and closing doors down. I can see the slaves just rising for the days work. The young man from the last night stands immediately as he see's Logan enter and greets him with respect, "Ah hello ." He still seems to have those odd looking shades that covers his eyes and curiosity starts to boil inside. Logan responds to the man by giving a simple grunt.

"Whoʼs the lovely lady?" A huge muscular man speaks. He is easily a foot taller than Logan, and he speaks with a thick Russian accent. He me with greets a large grin that stretches across his face. The man looks young but built like an ox. His dark hair is cut short and his young muscles bulge from his tick arms. Itʼs hard to believe that this man is a slave, he could just squash Logan easily. I start to think maybe something else keeps him here. A man of his size could be more than a simply slave, maybe these arenʼt slaves. They seem happy and well fed. the atmosphere is totally at ease. There seems to be no hierarchy. I also notice they also donʼt greet Logan as Master, and more importatly hey donʼt fear being punished. Maybe they where like me, bought from a cruel, man and treated with respect with Logan, and grew attached and never left. I hear Logan's rugged voice interrupting my thoughts. "New kid, she be serving you now on," Logan informs.

I see a new face emerge from the back of the bunks, "Whatʼs for breakfast?". He is tall with a lanky body, and sandy blond hair laying on his head as a mop. He looks like he still has boyish features and is still not mature. He is most likely the youngest out of the group of guys. I guess he's maybe fifteen, and that would be me the youngest around since I'm still only thirteen hoping to survive until my next birthday.

I finally speak up for the first time as I am feeling more comfortable with the others around I speak shyly, " Eggs, toast, and sausage."

"Great I love sausage." The young man says, "My names Bobby by the way." Then he begging to introduce the other two.
"Thatʼs Scott and the big Russian guy is Peter, and your name?"

I'm a little unsure of how to answer and I glance around as everyone seems to be staring at my for an answer.
"You can call me Rogue."

"Thatʼs different" Bobby states with a shrug.

Logan seems to want to get things moving along as he grabs the plates off the trays and gives them to the men.

"So whatʼs the plan for today ?" The man that Bobby said was Scott speaks.

"Winterʼs comin, we gotta start cutting some trees for firewood." He states a calm assertive tone. Pretty much telling them that, today was going to be spent cutting firewood without giving a direct order.

Scott doesn't hesitant in his reply, "yes we will start today". It is obvious Scott is the the leader, and he seems to want to impress.

Logan gives a simple nod of satisfaction, "see ya later boys." Then in an instant he's out the door and making his way back toward his cabin. I quickly
follow Logan out after giving a small wave to the guys. I really liked Bobby he was younger like me, and he was nice and cheerful, I think to myself as we head back.

Walking back to the house I glance of to the distance and spot what seems to be another man dressed in a dark silhouette riding in on his horse toward the barracks that we just left from. I dare to ask my first question, as I'm curious as to who that could be.

"Who's that?" I say almost mouse like. I donʼt receive a response as Logan probably didn't even hear me I was so quiet. At the door Logan pauses and instead of going in he actually turns and answers my question. "Victor the overseer, stay away from him." Logan seriously states.

That was it of the conversation because he slams the door open again. I wonder if his doors need to be replaced yearly because he is pretty brutal on them. Logan goes straight to sit down, as I go over to the two plates extra plates I left inside. I serve his plate first before sitting down with mine.

It's Almost cold now but it doesn't stop Loan as he digs in like a starved animal. He doesn't even seem to notice that the warm food was now chilled. He was eating as if he hadn't eaten in a week but yet he waited and served the men outside food first so they could eat it warm, letting himself go hungry. I'm not sure why I cared about this small gesture, but thinking about it warms my heart, to see not everyone in this world is cruel.

Not really sure if I should eat or wait I just sit there once again with my had bowed. I still donʼt know Logan and his rules enough to feel comfortable alone with him, and I know I will be doing a lot of that, eating meals and living inside with him at least.

"Eat kid." He commands not even looking up from his is already eating up the last sausage on his plate. It takes me another ten minutes to finish my plate with Logan observing my every move, which I am starting to get used to, his unwavering gaze. He is a quite one, not letting anyone in, probably never has. Doesn't talk much only when barking orders. His face seems to be always scrunched studying something. There is definitely more to this man than his feral looks.

"Clean up, meet me outside with horses." He says disappearing out the door within seconds leaving me inside with the dishes.
It takes me about five minutes to wash up the plates and cups. I soon head outside to the stables where he asked me to meet him to be trained on my next task. So far everything seems fair, and easy, but all I have done is cook some breakfast, I have feeling the real work is about to begin.

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