I looked around the fancy farmhouse, trinkets and all thngs breakable seemed to litter the house. Im so fucked, i gave a rough blow as I looked at everything, counting up the amount of times ill be whipped for my clumsiness. "Are you listening?" i felt a rough smack of a cane on my face, letting out a low huff she looked at me incrediuocusly. "did you just back talk me" she yelled as she suddenly stuck the cane down on my shoulder, causing an odd crunch sound to reverb through out the room. Dropping to my knees, i curled onto my side, trying to cradle my injured shoulder. "Did. you. Just. talk. Back. you imputence?" she bent down her voice low as her hot breath blew across my face. Staring at her i shook my head 'no' but she only grabbed my chin and pulled me closer. "Must i repeat myself?"

"No" i whipsered as she stood up, patting her gray dress down. "Explain to it the rules, seems ive purchased a wild one. But nothing like a little breaking in to get them to follow orders. Aye" she chuckled as she picked at her nails, then looked at me, "get up" she kicked my leg causing me to stand straight, griting my teeth in pain. Im not quite sure who i want to kill more, the lady infornt of me or the man. "I have an appointment in 2 hours so fetch 4 and make sure it has the car ready… oh and before I forget" she grabbed a pair of scissors from nowhere and grabbed my long hair in a large clump by the end. Letting out a light scream I tried to pull my hair down as she practically lifted me off the ground. "Oh will you shut up!" How is this lady so strong?! She held me with one hand and whacked me with the cane in the other. Letting the tears fall I watched as she quickly sheared my hair off, leaving only a few inches of my bright pink hair left. After that, she walked away up S flight of stairs with the hair delicately in her hands.

"Come on" I looked at mei and nodded, following her into the yellow kitchen. It seems most of the House is yellow. Standing next to the island in the middle of the kitchen, she pulled a list out of the pocket of her apron. "alright these are your chores for the day, small hint of advice, don't break anything. And Sorry about the hair, I should be warned you." she looked down as she leaned on her elbows glancing out the kitchen door.

"its alright I'll live" I smiled weakly, taking the time to glance at the list. Dust faberge eggs, clean china, polish silver, dust chandelier and lamps, dust tables, reset place setting, dust curtains

"Seems you got the dinning room, she usually gives that room to the newbies, I'm warning you now, if you break something in the living room she'll whip you to death. I've seen her do it before-shit" she quickly ran out to the fields, not bothering to finish her small speech.

I stood and looked around awkwardly, it's so clean, even the air smells so pure and fresh, as if the house had never been cooked or lived in, just a place for breezes to rest. I thought back to my shoulder and twinged, pain ricocheting through my arm, I guess I'll simply just have to live with it. Seeing no one around I mumbled a few soft words of spell. I looked at the illusion thick, curly, dark brown hair rests on her shoulders and a soft smile on her face.

"How's your training going?" She asked drying a dish as glanced up at me, a mischievous smile gracing her face. *clack...clack* quickly I waved away the illusion and stared blankly at the wall. " sorry, I had to tell Niko that she's driving Master to Mr. Higgins" I nodded in reply, I wish I was still training. She smiled and led waved her hand, commanding me to her follow her. Doing as so I followed her into a light yellow dining room, it's still neatly cluttered. "Alright your list will usually be in the buffet cabinet cleaning supplies are in the closet to the left. I would love to train you and all, but she expects to know how to do eveything, so… good luck" she ran off, her vibrant hair lightly puffing up as she walked out of the room with an odd pep to her step. For a slave she sure is happy.

Walking over to the closet I opened it, grabbing a bucket and some cleaning supplies. Making my way to the sink, I emptied the bucket out of its supplies onto the dining table, neatly pushing the rags together. Filling the bucket with water and floor cleaner I walked into the dining room. Soon I had found myself already done with the floor sweeping, and was half way done with the floor scrubbing. I stared down at my fingers, briskly scrubbing, the ghost feeling of loose sleeves rubbing against my arms bringing me back to a few days ago. Back to a time when life was normal and I spent my days outside training. Suddenly I was blasted with memories, some from when I was a really little and would fall, then mom would come and help me. Or when we'd train on increasing our magic, nights when we'd go out to dinner. oh, it seems so long ago… I would like things to be like that again. I smiled *drip...drop...drip* I looked down noticing the tears that continued to fall into my scrubbing hands. Do they cry too?

Continuing to scrub the floor, the tears only fell harder, but I just ignored them scrubbing them away. "Hey kid" a deep voice brought me out of my state of tears. 'Huh' I said softly "you're scrubbing in the same spots." She nodded her head, looking down i noticed she was right and I imdeed am washing the same spot. "Oh" i looked up at her, messy red chin length hair sits dull on her head and black eyes stare darkly at me. "How old are you anyways?" She eyed me as scrubbed a different section. "11" I crunched out, I'm too young for this. " I remember when I was brought here, I was around your age, bet you came from a nice home in the city aye?" She says Aye differently, instead of saying I she says aey giving a not as terrifying remembrance. "Kind of… i guess. I lived in the woods with my mother, we weren't rich and mAinly lived off the land. She mainly took oddball jobs but besides that, it was good, she… she, was a good person." I looked up at her, her dark eyes calculating my own. "Seems as so doesn't it, well nice to meet you 10, I'm 8" i shot her a look of confusion, "what's your real name?"

"Hm… original name… I believe it was Zenra" she bummed as she walked away. Zenra, what a weird name. With her parting footsteps I continued my work, no one else seemed to come along and ask me questions. But when Master Bitch returned it only seemed she wanted to be alone, a lone brunette man trailing behind her, a weird anticipation in his eyes.

I looked into her demanding eyes, "master the China hasn't been polished yet" *smack* I looked down at the wooden floor instead of her glaring eyes. "Don't look me in eyes pestilence, and finish faster next time. Lord Randil and I would like some time in private, therefore your duties shall be postponed until tomorrow. Now clean up and leave at once." She spouted off as trudged away, leaving me to rush and put everything away. Gently closing the house door I sprinted from the house that's clearly going haunt my dreams for many nights to come, and into the yellow barn that I now must call home.