Chapter 9 -- HER MASTER

Written by Evelyn Mba

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HER MASTER

Seriously...

  She heaved a deep breath and sat on the marble tiles.

What are you doing? He growled at her.

Eating? She shrugged.

I didn't call you over from the dinning table to sit on the floor. He glared at her.

But master....

Sit. His voice came icily.

She nodded and sat on the chair, her eyes not leaving the food.

Sitting on the same table and eating with your master, that was a huge thing.

From what she heard from Rhonda... Slaves are treated like animals.

But here she is eating and sitting with her master.

Maybe he isn't bad after all.. just maybe.

But the training, what is it about? She wondered.

What battle was he talking about?

Her eyes left the food, peering his face.

He was eating quietly as if she wasn't there.

Stop staring and eat. His eyes met hers.

Oh my.. she quickly diverted her gaze back to the food.

So...sorry Master. She cracked.

  Just eat. He said again.

When you were throwed out of your father's house, why didn't you fight?

That question made her jump up in surprise.

You know? She found herself asking.

You haven't answered my question Olive.

Why didn't you fight? He asked again.

Fight? Fight for what exactly. She mumbled.

There was nothing to fight for? She said.

You were dragged to a car and taken to the slave house. You couldn't even say a word.

What gives you the confidence that you can survive here? He scoffed.

Dragged? Car? Slave house?

How did you know that I was dragged to a car? She faced him.

Your training starts exactly 9am tommorow morning.

Go to bed early. He stood up and walked out.

She shifted from her chair, looking at the blank space.

Was he there that day? She wondered.

No.. he couldn't have been there, maybe he knew through investigations.

She stood up and arranged the plates on the tray before leaving the room.

*****

Night came earlier, as if the sun slept too early than it's usual time.

Olive came out of the bathroom after washing herself clean.

She fell on the bed, reminiscing on what the master said earlier.

"Clean those tears, I hate to see them"

Does he mean, he hates to see her cry?

Or he hates to see tears? She wondered.

For a man like him... He sure hates tears.

She tucked herself on her bed and prayed for sleep but sleep wouldn't come.

Her dark green eyes were still wide open.

She heaved a deep breath and stood up, going to the Patio.

Her eyes roamed about, searching for nothing.

But it caught a back... A man's back.

She looked up and ran inside.

Taking her coat to go meet him.

  It was Sean. She thought.

She had a lot to ask him.

Why he suddenly turned cold? Why he left too fast?

Where he went to?

She ran to his side, her eyes closed and panting hard.

Sean, where did you go? She asked 

Getting no response, she opened her eyes and stepped back.

Mas.. master. She gulped down nothing.

You thought it was Sean? He asked, staring at the huge flowing water.

You ran all the way here to see him? He scoffed.

Am.. am sorry Master, I never knew it was you. I'll go back inside now. She said.

Don't move an inch from there? He groaned, taking his eyes to hers.

Come and seat here. He said.

Sitting with him? Oh God!!

Why did she even come out? She cried within.

I'll drag you here, if you don't move. He glared at her.

She nodded and sat near him.

Feeling his glowing skin on hers, his cologne danced on her nose.

The sleep she had long for was slowly coming.

Staring at the water, she gave in to sleep... Dropping her head on his shoulders.

He turned to look at her.

  She was asleep. He sighed 

He stood up and took her in his arms, heading to the room.

This silly slave of his. He groaned.

T. B. C

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