The Next Day…
Musa awoke to a cry of pain, she bolted upright in her bed, eyes darting round the room, in search of the cry only to find the cry had originated from Bloom, her eyes squeezed tight as her body was awoken by an electric chock. Musa turned to face Diaspro, she was holding the button down on her band, a small smirk upon her face, her gaze locked on her slave.
"Don't you think this is going overboard?" Musa questioned, Diaspro released the button and turned to face Musa.
"What are you talking about, she's only a slave" Diaspro stated.
"She maybe a slave but what you're doing is inhuman" Musa spat.
"So, it's what she deserves, all I'm doing is breaking her in" Diaspro replied as she slipped out of her bed "Dress me slave" she ordered.
Bloom weakly rose to her feet, sweat pouring out of her flesh, her legs shaking, she panted as she stumbled over to her mistress and began to dress her mistress, gritting her teeth as she ignored the pain that had woven through her body.
Musa merely watched the entire display, anyone could see that Bloom was on the brink of collapsing and she wasn't surprised at this, the day before she had received an incredible amount of damage from Diaspro's punishment and from what she'd seen after Bloom's apparent disobeying her mistress she hadn't been fed so her body was already weak before she received this 'wakeup call' her gaze moved over to Diaspro. Her gaze hardened into a glare.
'She's completely heartless, she's pushing Bloom to the edge of death' Musa inwardly swore.
"Good slave at least you can do something right, now make my bed and clean my nightwear while I go and have my breakfast, oh and make sure my dress is ready for tonight's dance" Diaspro stated before taking her leave.
"Yes mistress" Bloom responded before setting about her tasks, Musa slipped out of her own bed and made her way over to Layla who laid at the foot of her bed, her head atop a pillow and her body wrapped in a blanket as she slept soundly. Musa lowered herself and lightly shook Layla's shoulder, her eyes slowly opened.
"Oh…mistress, how may I serve you?" Layla questioned.
"I've already told you, call me Musa" Musa reminded.
"Sorry, mistre…Musa I will do better to remember in future, how may I serve you?" Layla requested.
"Get up and help Bloom with her tasks" Musa instructed in a soft tone, Bloom stiffened, Musa noticed this "Is something wrong Bloom?" she questioned.
"It is unnecessary to help me, I do not need nor desire your aid to complete the tasks I was set" Bloom replied, over the years she had learned to depend on herself, others would only torture you if you let them too close.
"That maybe but I am ordering Layla to help you and you must comply as only your mistress would be able to reject my offer" Musa replied, hating she was having to be so formal in this case, she wanted to help Bloom not assert her authority and remind her of how powerless she was.
"Very well then I shall accept your aid" Bloom replied before setting about her tasks once again, Musa let out a small sigh.
"I will bring you both some food from breakfast but if you finish early feel free to join me" Musa said.
"You are most gracious mistre…Musa I thank you for your consideration" Layla responded with a polite bow, Musa just gave her a polite smile before getting dressed and taking her leave.
'I'll have to see about purchasing Bloom, no one deserves that bitch for a mistress' Musa mused, her gaze narrowing when she thought of Diaspro.
A/N I know it's short, I'm sorry just a small chap to prove that this fic isn't dead yet, plz review, any suggestions you have will be greatly appreciated.