Chapter 6
I must have fallen asleep because some hours later, a beeping noise woke me up.
"What the hell is that incessant beeping?" I said, irritated, while rolling over onto my back. I looked around the room and found the source of the beeping. It was the random little alarm clock sitting on my nightstand.
"I don't remember setting an alarm for six o'clock in the morning," I said in a bewildered tone.
"That's because you didn't. I did," said Master walking in my room in a black suit.
"Why would you do that?" I asked, sitting up.
"Because you still have the original set of chores I assigned you to do. Do you remember them?" he asked in an annoyed tone with his arms crossed over his chest.
"No, but they all involve cleaning," I remembered.
"Yes. Here's the list," Master said, thrusting a small sheet of paper at me.
- Clean kitchen
- Clean living room
- Clean library
- Clean dining room
"Ugh, really?" I complained.
"Yes, really. I bought something for you. I'll be back in a second," Master said, dashing out of the room.
Literally a second later, Master reappeared in front of me with his hands behind his back.
"What is it?" I asked, getting up carefully for my stomach still hurt.
Instead of answering verbally, he revealed a black and white maid's uniform, compete with an apron and a set of black pumps.
I stared at the objects in Master's hands, disbelief all over my face. Master's face, however, had an expression of sheer joy.
"You have to wear this while you work," he said gleefully.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I yelled, outraged.
"Nope. And like I have said before, watch your language, Slave," Master said with a smirk on his face.
"How dare you make me wear this…this… whore's outfit?!" I shouted while throwing my hand across his face.
First his expression was shock, then it was anger. He dropped the clothes and advanced toward me.
"How dare YOU shout at me, and then slap me?! I am your MASTER and you will do no such things! I thought you learned your lesson!" Master yelled. He threw me onto the floor and pinned me by the wrists.
"No! No, I did! I'm sorry!" I said in a rush.
"Good," he smirked, "Now get that uniform on and go complete your chores," he said while getting off of me. He dashed out of my room and shut the door behind him.
I got to my feet and winced. My stomach hurt more now. I picked up the uniform and studied it with disgust. I sighed and walked to the bathroom with the uniform, underwear, and a bra.
I took a quick shower, dried off, and put the outfit on.
I looked like an absolute slut. The skirt barely covered my ass, and showed an unnecessary amount of cleavage. Again, I looked like a slut. Oh, Master is such a douche, I thought.
I walked out the bathroom and put the pumps on. I could walk in them fine, but clean? There was no way.
I sighed again and walked out of the bedroom to get some breakfast. I was starving.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Master and the girl from the meadow conversing in the entry-way.
My heels clicked on the stairs, and the pair looked up at me.
"What the hell have you got her in, Blake?" the girl asked. So Master's first name was Blake.
"It's a maid's uniform. A joke," he replied. I stopped dead in my tracks on the fifth to last step.
"A joke? This is a joke?" I asked, appalled.
"Yes, did you really think I'd make you clean in a uniform meant for a slut?" he asked.
"Uh, yes. Especially after you pinned me to the floor!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you are awfully gullible then," Master said with his eyebrows raised.
"Since it's a joke, I'm going to go change into something more comfortable," I said, turning on my heel to head back up the stairs.
"Wait!" the girl called. "I wanted to introduce myself." I turned back around and walked down the steps towards her. "I'm Megan Andrews. Blake's fiancé. Nice to meet you," she said, holding her hand out for me to shake.
My jaw dropped. Fiancé? "You're his…he's your…what?" I spluttered
"Does she have to repeat herself? I am her FIANCE," Master said rudely.
"Leave the poor girl alone, Blake. She's just shocked. And yes, we are engaged," she said, addressing me.
I composed myself and shook her still-outstretched hand.
"I'm Misery Collins. Nice to meet you, too," I said.
"Misery? That's an interesting name. I like it," she complemented.
"Thank you. No has ever said that to me before," I smiled.
"That's because your name is Misery. It is absolutely ridiculous," Master interrupted with a snort.
"I usually get that," I said to Megan.
"That's mean, Blake," she said, elbowing him in the stomach
"Who cares? She's just a slave," Master replied. Megan just rolled her eyes.
"So… when did you guys get engaged?" I asked, anxious to get the conversation away from me.
"About four hundred years ago. We still haven't had the wedding," Megan said nicely.
"Four hundred years? And you guys till love each other?" I asked.
"No, we've never loved one another. It's an arranged marriage," she explained.
"Oh… Well it was nice to meet you. I'm going to go get changed," I said, feeling very awkward.
"Slave, before you go, I'm thirsty," Master said.
"So? Why are you telling me this?" I asked, confused.
"Because you are my blood slave," Master replied.
"Oh…" I realized what he meant.
"Go sit on the stairs," he commanded.
"Okay," I said and walked towards the stairs.
As soon as I sat on the bottom step, Master began walking slowly towards me. All the while I sat looking down at my thumbs.
When he reached me, he sat on the stair beside me. He was so close I could smell his breath and it smelled delightful.
He leaned towards me, and for whatever reason, he licked my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Megan roll her eyes.
He began sucking my on my neck. Honestly…it felt…nice. However, a second later, he pierced my throat with his fangs. There was no burning this time. In fact, I didn't feel anything but the pinch.
Again, he kept sucking until I fell unconscious.