Updated 4/3/2023
Bath time? In this place? That seems like a dream come true, to be honest. I would never have thought, in my wildest dreams, that I'd ever be soaking in a tub like this. Not that I could've conjured up a picture of one like it in my imagination. I'd love to jump in and rinse the day away, just wash away all my cares with whatever is in those pretty bottles... But is it really okay for me to bathe here? I'm used to the streams during the spring and summer. In the colder months, we used a metal tub and heated water by the fire. I don't feel right using this room. I look at Elise, and she raises her eyebrows and thumbs in approval. "A bath sounds wonderful right now.", I concede. I'm tired of fighting. I'm filled to the brim with conflicting emotions, frustration, and exhaustion. Frankly, I'm also so ashamed of myself that I didn't hate the sinful rendezvous that just transpired between my master and I, quite as much as I know that I should have. I feel so wrong, so dirty! All I wan
"Euroah?", calls the voice of my father. "Euroah, wake up, little sleepy head." I blink a few times before finally opening my eyes. To my surprise, I glance around to see not a fancy chamber of white, but my old room, back on the farm. The warmth of the sun's rays peeps through the aged curtains on the creaky, old paned windows. In the air, floats the scent of Father's coffee. I'm home! My simple room, the quilt that my mother stitched by hand, in the months before I was born, my little wardrobe of colorful clothing, everything is right where it belongs! All is just how it should be. This can't be real! How did I get here? Have I been dreaming this whole time? Has all of this been some strange nightmare? I knew that television, thing couldn't exist in real life! "Father!", I cry out. "Rise and shine, little lady! We've got work to do!", he calls back to me. I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. My feet hit the floor, running for the kitchen, where I just know he must
"He's a sight to see, isn't he?", Elise teases me as she tops off my glass of orange juice."I was just enjoying the courtyard scenery.", I fib.Even a blind man would be able to tell that my master is more than the average kind of handsome. He's mature looking, sophisticated, even regal, tall and lean, yet muscular. A lady could get lost in his steely eyes if she isn't careful. All of this is true but the fact that he owns me makes me resent him so much that I don't want to find him good looking in the slightest! And I certainly won't admit to anyone else that I find him attractive."Ah, the scenery.", she replies sarcastically. "I see. Well, what would you like to do now?""Do?", I think aloud. "I think I'd like to walk around outside if that's alright.""I'm sorry. Mr. Velucia has ordered that you stay in your quarters unless he directly calls for you.""S
With one hand on the side of my neck, just under my jaw, he brings his other hand up and pulls me closer, leaning down until our foreheads touch. I look into his eyes and he uses his thumb to brush a tear away. With two fingers, he then slides them across my lips and closes his eyes. Breathing in deeply, as if inhaling me, he moves his other hand to the small of my back and tries to pull me into his arms. Before he can fully entrap me, I shove myself away.I don't hate the feeling of his touch but I don't want to be someone's property. And he's treating me like I'm nothing but an object for his amusement. He's so confusing! On one hand, he speaks so cruelly, with such indifference, with not an ounce of warmth or compassion in his tone. On the other hand, he wipes my tears away and touches me tenderly.Would it hurt him to at least pretend he sympathizes with my situation? I don't want to enjoy his caresses while he makes my blood run h
These feelings of mine? So it seems he doesn't feel the things he makes me feel. Then why does he do it? Why does he insist on continuing these acts that make my head spin? Does it even matter? I contemplate vocalizing my questions but before I can utter a sound, his hands slip under my shoulders, pulling me up to sit on his lap. Face to face with the man who torments me so, all I can do it stare as the fire in my chest simmers my heavy heart. He rubs his bottom lip on my collar bone and wraps his arms around me to unhook my bra.Then, grabbing the bottom of my dress, he pulls it up over my head and tosses it behind him. It lands on the floor with a swishing sound as his hands so gently and slowly slide my bra straps down my arms. They tickle and tease me the whole way along, the sensations elevated by my heightened senses. The bra gets thrown to the floor as well and he runs his hands along my bare back before cupping the back of my head again, laying me back d
Trust him? Not that I have any other choice but I so deeply want to believe in him right now that I can't think straight. We're lying naked together sharing moments more intimate, more intoxicating than anything I've ever experienced in my nearly eighteen years of life. He's now seen me at my most vulnerable and touched me tenderly. He can easily just overpower me and take everything he wants. Instead, he's focusing on my pleasure. If I can't trust him, who can I trust?"Yes, Master.", I almost purr.As he adjusts himself behind me, I lose my grip and he slides the appendage between my legs, just holding it there for a moment as he inhales deeply. Then, he pulls away a bit and when he pushes forward again, it's right up against me, slipping between the lips of my very wet flesh. This time he's the one who moans and he takes his other arm and slides it under me, hugging me tightly against his entire body.The intens
I turn my head just in time to see Benny averting his gaze while Anna, Elise, and Marie come waltzing in, looking a bit perplexed. Oh my. I'm still naked! Marie hurries to close the door and Anna steps around the room, as if searching for something. Noticing little heap of clothes on the floor, her expression changes from confusion to sorrow. Elise puts her hand on her shoulder as if to comfort her for some reason. "I think we've got this. Why don't you go have a chat with Olga about dinner plans.", she speaks softly before turning to me. "Euroah, I'm sure you're hungry after skipping lunch, right?" "I am.", is all I can say. I don't know what this situation is and I don't want to say the wrong thing. There's some bigger picture here that I don't understand. Anna nods her head and hurries out, looking like she's about to cry. What is wrong with her? Perhaps something happened in her personal life and it's making it
Music notes float through the evening air like dandelion seeds in a summer breeze. A sad melody fills the entirety of the room, making such a beautiful place feel almost empty, so lonely, and cold. My master looks defeated, just as I felt on the floor of the auction house when I found out that my father had been murdered. With my heart in pain for him, I wish I could comfort him somehow.As I turn to go down the stairs, the appearance of Anna walking up behind him catches my eye and stops me in my tracks.I look at Elise who holds her finger to her lips and then my eyes are drawn like magnets back to the scene about to take place beneath the balcony. Anna comes slowly up to Master's back and hugs him from behind. Upon contact, his fingers stop playing but he doesn't move. He just keeps looking forward, staring into his miserable abyss."Who gave you permission to touch me?", he asks her, in his usual cold monotone.