Ch. 11!
The Professor licked his lips, "Mmm mmm. Marvelous."
"Yeah, this is really good!" Bubbles said as she nibbled on a pastry.
"How did you make this dessert? With what berries?" The ever-asking Blossom asked Cham.
He answered, "But of course we didn't make this! We have better things to do!"
Bloss and Bubbles blinked together.
"What he means to say is that these pastries were imported from France. Our berries here are much too tart to use for jelly," Rezla explained.
Blossom smiled at her, "Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me."
"Certainly."
(In the other room.)
Thump thump. Bzema's heart thumped. Her shaking hands ran up against the wall directly near the door to the dining room. She trembled and slid her body down the wall and sat on the carpeted floor as her heart quickened. She missed dinner, but food was the last thing on her mind. The meal was over now anyway. In just a few moments Cham and the others would come through the door. And see her.
'Could that kind professor save me?' She shook her head. 'Oh, alas he cannot. Neither can his daughters.' Then she recalled something. 'Ah, yes that's right. Those two girls have super powers. Then again they can't do anything to save me.' She paused in her thoughts, 'I'm property.'
She sighed a shaky heavy sigh and looked at her ashy object she found not too long ago and hugged it to her chest. Sort of as a last minute comfort she guessed.
Then the door opened.
(Sorry this is so short. Next chapter will be up shortly.
To lucyrocks73: I rated it PG13 because there is a slave involved. I suppose it could be PG, but it doesn't really matter.)