Ch.4! Thanks to everyone that left a comment about last chapter! Once again, this version will have scenes where some of you are going to get confused and all! Anyway, enjoy and please leave a comment!
Momo sighed, embracing her knees tightly, as she stared through the small broken window of her cell. Half of the population of the slaves inside the house was asleep, as the other half were half away due to the loud music and cheers coming from the mansion. It was Angora's seventeenth birthday, and she held a large celebration with her fiancée and friends. It was midnight already, and with the celebration starting at five in the evening, Momo and the slaves were already sick of it. They had to wake up early in the morning and work, while Angora probably spent her fiancé's money on unnecessary needs.
People from high ranking, including from different places, was in the party. Since the "rich people" were afraid of being touched by slaves – since they referred slaves as dirty rats with flees all over – Angora decided to lock the slaves inside their jailhouse and let them stay there until tomorrow morning, uncaring if they were dying from hunger. Nevertheless, Momo and the prisoners were used to the harsh treatment.
Momo yawned and laid down on her futon. She paid no heed to what her master said before, and instead closed her eyes and went to sleep.
"I want to start doing some designs for my wedding already!" stated an energetic Angora, walking beside Toushiro with her arm wrapped around his and her head lying on his shoulder.
The young couple was walking around their gardens, speaking about the famous wedding that was going to be held in just a month. They were supposed to get married in two months, but because of Angora's pleading, the wedding was moved one month before. Angora already began sketching the theme of her wedding, type of flowers she wanted, the color and style of her dress, and everything else. Eight different designers were going to work with her on the type of garments Angora was going to wear for their honeymoon. The mischievous woman wanted something sexy and delicious for Toushiro.
Toushiro was as just excited as her. He wasn't the romance type of guy, but if he really loved a woman like he did to Angora, he became a total different person. He recalled when he first met Angora. She was homeless, with blood all over her body. After knowing that a group of vicious men attacked her home and killed her family, Toushiro chose to take her home and help her. However, days after she stayed with him, he fell in love with her.
He let her live with him, and now, three years later, both of them are glad to still be together. Due to the country's law of having sexual intercourse after marriage, both of them had to wait, and still are, waiting for that special night together.
Toushiro looked around and saw the slaves working hard on the new plan Angora wanted for their wedding, and it had to be done in three weeks. Toushiro spoiled his fiancée, and he paid no heed to what everybody else said about it. He truly loved Angora, and wanted her to be happy. Angora's duty as a wife was to give him an heir, most likely male. However, she promised him that she would give him as many children as she can just so they can make a family; a family, as she would always tell him, she never had.
The exultant couple sat down on the cement-made ledge of the water fountain and watched the exhausted slaves work. However, slaves weren't the only type of people working. Angora hired three of the country's best architectures and their team of constructors.
"I'm a bit thirsty." Angora sighed, turning her attention to passing slave. "Momo, get me a cold glass of water."
The brown-haired slave turned her head, glancing at her master for a second and then at his fiancée. "Yes ma'am" she muttered, turning around and quickly walking away.
As she did, her master stared at her unnoticing from the corner of his eyes. However, he halted when he felt Angora place her hand on his thigh and seductively shifted it up and down. A seductive smirk landed on her big lips, and she teasingly licked her bottom lip. Toushiro glanced at her and smirked.
Purring, Angora shifted herself so that she had one leg on his lap. Mischievously, she lifted the skirt of her dress a bit up so it only covered her thighs and revealed creamy legs. A smirk tugged his lips as his hands landed on the back of her leg and slowly shifted them up and down. Angora leaned closer and licked his earlobe before whispering flirtatiously into his ear.
"I can't wait for our honeymoon," she whispered, her hands falling on his shoulder, "I have a special surprise for you."
The young soon-to-be master chuckled. "I can't wait for it then."
Angora placed her slim fingers on his chin and tilted his head. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward for a kiss, but she was immediately interrupted.
"Here is your glass of cold water, ma'am."
The couple turned their heads and saw the shy slave standing a yard away from them. Angry that she was interrupted, Angora stood up and walked over to her. Momo gulped and handed the glass of cold water to her. Angora grabbed it and took a sip of it, thoughtfully then looking up at the sky for a few seconds. Momo studied her face expression for a few seconds, though flinched as she felt cold water pour on her face.
"This is not cold, you lying little bitch!" Angora cursed angrily at her.
Momo wiped the trickles of water from her face and opened her eyes, seeing an overly angry Angora.
"Ma'am, it was one of the chefs that got me the water. I simply brought you the water, so therefore, I have no fault in this." The slave defended herself.
Sure, slaves could not defend themselves in any case, but Momo felt like she needed to take action in this situation. She wasn't the one that poured the water, it was her personal chef. Besides, the water is cold, and Angora was the one lying. But why? Was it because she interrupted her scene with her master? Most likely. Momo saw the look Angora gave her when she arrived.
Momo was already getting bad feelings from Angora, something about her seemed wrong. She looked like one of those obnoxious rich women that only cared for the money instead of the love between two human species. Momo recalled when one of the slaves mentioned that Angora was a very jealousy woman, and knew that this woman was not someone to mess around with randomly.
"So, the poor little slave here is talking back to her master's future wife? What a load of disrespect right there," Angora said, hands on her hips as she slowly shook her head. "Here, get me a cold glass of water." The woman demanded, handing the empty glass to the slave.
"But the glass had-"
Abruptly, the slave halted as the glass cup made contact with her forehead and shattered into pieces, bruising the skin as well. Momo yelped as she fell down on the ground, covering her bleeding face with her skinny pale hands.
"Next time, learn how to respect your masters!" Angora yelled at her, quickly stomping away.
Shocked by Angora's sudden action, Toushiro glanced at the slave and then snapped at one of the guards to come. One of the officers, who was about 5 feet, eleven inches, ran over to his master and waited patiently for his orders.
"Take her inside her cell and leave her there for the rest of the day. She will not do any labor today."
"But Master, Angora wants every slave-"
"I'm the head of this house, and my command for you is to take her inside her cell and leave her there. She will not lift a finger today." Toushiro angrily told him, swiftly then turning on his heel and walking after Angora.
The guard grabbed the sobbing slave by her arm and dragged her over to the slave house.
Slaved Love
Toushiro groaned as he saw Angora sitting down on one of the living room sofas. She had a cup of wine in her hand as she saw sat legs crossed. Brushing his hair with his hand, he sauntered over to her and knelt beside her. Soothingly, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and grabbed her attention.
"Angora, what's wrong? I've never seen you angry like this."
"That slave just made my happy mood go up-side-down. How dare she bring me a hot glass of water, lie about it, and then talk back to me!? She's a slave, slaves need to respect people! I hope she rots inside that jail house, or at least dies of labor."
Toushiro stayed silent, not wanting to tell her that he gave a break to the slave from any work, and sat on the armrest of the sofa. Gently, he kissed her forehead as a sudden questions popped inside his mind.
Why did he give that slave a day off?
Rule no. 5) No slave gets special treatment from his/her master.
Momo whimpered as the female slave in front of her took out the last piece of glass from her face. Her pale once tanned face was now reddened with blood. Carefully, it took about three hours for the slaves in front of her to pull out the small pieces of glass from her skin. As soon as her face was clear, one of the slaves ripped a piece of cloth and gently wiped the blood away. Momo ignored the pain as she sat still.
"That Angora woman is a bit-"
"Not so loud, we can get in big trouble!" whispered a slave loudly, cutting off another prisoner.
"I still don't get it though," mumbled a female slave, "if the water was cold, why would she lie and say that it was hot?"
"….Because I came when she was about to have her fun with Master." Momo said, opening her red eyes.
"That witch shouldn't get angry because she literally spends twenty-four-seven with him!"
"She's jealous then."
"Jealous of what?" asked three other prisoners at the same time.
"Jealous that Momo is also spending time with Master Hitsuagaya. Remember what happened to some house cleaner, when she got too close with him? Reportedly, Angora removed all of her teeth and one of her arms."
"Doesn't matter though how close you get to him, she'll always be a bit-"
"Do you have to be loud? You know she can skin us all. Besides, we should all go to sleep now. It's 'bout midnight, and we need to get up early in the morning so we can continue working."
"Why can't that bitch do her own dirty work?" mumbled the loud slave as he laid down on the floor and closed his eyes.
Momo sighed and laid down, closing her eyes. Angora was definitely her biggest issue now. She thought that everything was going to be the same when coming to jealousy between slaves, masters, and their partners.
Angora should know that I want nothing to do with Master Hitsugaya. She thought, hugging her thin legs. Momo knew what to do already, and that was be as far away as possible from her master; just do her tasks and that's it. She valued her life more than some silly crush.
I'm done! Thank you to everyone that just read this. If there's ANY mistake, please notify me and I'll change it as soon as possible! So, I'm starting to do some background information on Angora Long and stuff. Please, those of you who want to do a picture of Angora, wait a lil' while because I still have to think of HOW I want her to be done. Um, so Angora's birthday is on Oct. 6th (and if you're reading this on Oct. 6 of any year), then TODAY IS AMGORA'S BIRTHDAY!
Question - Any of you out there wish Angora Long a happy birthday? If yes, then make up some message for her! lol.
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