To my surprise, Cody does not snarl or slap me across my face. He closes his eyes as if nothing has happened, and falls asleep. I look at Cody for a while nervously until I am sure that he will not be angry at me. When I relax, I start to notice how gorgeous he is. His black hair is not smooth, just like Cody himself. His blue eyes are covered by delicate eyelids. His nose is straight and curved, maybe the most acute in this world. The stubble on his chin only makes him more manly. I start to daydream that if Cody likes me and kisses me with this beautiful face...I tremble at my thought. The coldness and the pain warn me that I am only a pathetic human slave. Thinking that as a slave I should do something to serve my drunk master, I walk out into the hall and try to find Cody is room. The corridor is long and the rooms look alike. I hope that someone can tell me where Cody is room is. Finally, I find a room with the door open. I muster my courage and peek inside. Bruce and Betty are

When I wake up the next morning, Cody seems to be sleeping because he is not shouting at me. I try to get out of bed because I do not want to be shouted at in the morning. But my body hurts. There are worms on my back and it is painful inside and outside my pussy. I can hardly move, especially because there is a heavy arm on me. I try to remove his arm from me when I suddenly hear “Stay.” I shiver and look up. Cody is staring at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. He wraps his arms around me again like cuddling his favorite doll. I think, “ He may be like me.”After several hours, I wake up again. Cody seems to be sleeping. He is as peaceful as I saw him last night. I have become bald and trace my fingers gently over his eyes, down his nose to his soft lips. His plump lips remind me of what happened last night. Although Cody didn’t kiss me last night. We have done intimate things that only lovers can do in the human world. I can not help but chuckle. Suddenly, Cody grabs my wrist. I freez

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”“ Are you daydreaming?” There is mock in Cody’s eyes. I hate when people say I am daydreaming. I hope there is good thing happening to me. Does this mean that I am insane? “ I am a human. I can breathe and take actions just like you. I am not a doll.” Cody snickers, “ So what do you want, human?” I sit up to look Cody in the eye. I want to look at him from the same height, but I fail because he is much taller than me. “People only have sex with the ones we want to have sex with. You must treat me equal. You love me so you have sex with me. That makes sense.” Cody starts laughing as if I am telling a joke. After he finishes lau

“ Wake up. Wake up.” Someone is pushing me. I open my eyes and see someone who I do not know. She seems to be a maid. I squint to check her name card. I see “ Fanny”. “ What is up?” “ It is too late. Why are you still sleeping?” She looks unhappy and arrogant. I do not think she wants to listen to my story of being raped by my master. So I ask directly, “ Why did you wake me up?” Fanny takes away the blanket on me and snarls, “ I need to tidy up the room, unlike you who can sleep in bed when the sun is up.” I am speechless. I roll my eyes and try to get up before I feel a lot of pain in my lower abdomen. The pain reminds me of what I has experienced last night and the night before last night. I do not know what to feel. Maybe I should be frightened but actually at this moment, I can not feel anything anymore. I do not know what to do to vent my sadness, maybe I should say. I think I should cry and scream to make myself feel better, but actually I only feel lonely and broken as if my

Emelia ‘s POVSomeone is knocking at the door. I look up and do not say anything. Some time later, the knocking begins again. I pout and say, “ Who is there?” The door opens. It is actually Cody. I am shocked. Since when does Cody knock at my door? He always rushes into my room or eavesdrops and snarls by the door.I answer yes and try my best to stand up in pain. I open the door politely and lower my head. I can feel Cody is intense gaze on me but I am too scared to look up. I can hear his footsteps walking towards me. Then I feel him sit on the bed behind me. I turn around and wait for him to snarl or hit me. But he says nothing. I hesitantly look up at him and see him staring off with a blank look on his face. His eyes are mixed with all kinds of emotions I can not describe As if he is thinking hard about something complex. After a few more minutes of thinking, he turns to look at me and I immediately look away. He open his mouth a few times and finally says, “ All the slaves have