[[It's alright. You doooo what you wanna doo xDDD!]]

I sat at my tan armed cushion chair by the fire place, forehead beatig sweat from the pleasureable heat. My house was big enough, but I found the fire much more soothing, bringing my home a more welcoming touch - though I didn't show much welcome.
I was getting a new slave today. I had so many, already. But, one more can be of use, I would seek to it.
A small - I could tell, hesitant - knock came to my ears from the door.
"What is it, Jeffery..."
My icy tone followed my words as the door came open slightly. Just enough for me to hear him.
"I... The...Uh...Girl.."
Rolling my eyes at such an imbecile, I stood up calmly, eerily, and looked back at him.
"Don't stutter. It makes you look like a blubbering worthless fool. Not that you need proof of that." My tone was soothing, though my words cut like daggers. I've been told that I'm so calm I look heartless.
It was unhealthily true.
"Sorry Master." Jeffery, my most major and hardworking slave that will be replaced with my knew one, said with a shaky hand still on the door knob. "As I was saying, the knew servant is here."
I picked up a wine glass from the small table by the fire place, and spun the wine around several times slowly. My eyes piercing into Jeffery like he didn't say a word. Finally, after sniffing it and taking a greedy gulp, I responded with a hoarse - almost monstrous - voice.
"Send. Her. In."

[[upupupupupupup Dx ]]

((I think I'm gonna try first person now, lol. It's been a while. xD))

Before I knew it, some awkward-looking guy was shoving me into a room in the large mansion that was my new master's home. After few protests and attempts to shove him back, I gave up and obeyed, sulking into the room that I suspected was his quarters, or perhaps a living area. I had noticed that I was not the man's first...person he'd bought. I could never really bring myself to speak that word aloud... slave. Ick. It made me feel like... well, such a slave. A weak, passive creature.

The first thing I noticed, walking into the room, was the almost uncomfortable heat coming from the fireplace. It was warm, and it was welcoming, two very odd feelings that I had never felt much of. Then my eyes peered up at the man I'd have to wait on; obey his every command, or else. The thing with masters is that they always had a different way of torture if you didn't obey. I wondered what this one had in mind.

As I gazed at my... master (there was no use denying the word now), I couldn't help but note that he was quite... handsome. Not that it'd matter, anyway. He'd still be a cold, heartless person, no doubt. He held a wine glass in one of his hands, looking rather elegant sitting in his tan cushioned chair. And he was truly frightening. Not that I was scared or anything... 

[[ Sorry about the bump or whatever, even though it wasn't even on the second page. I tend to get impatient when not alot of people are on. DDDDDD: Don't worry I'm not a nagging person or anything... ]]

When the man spoke, it sent chills up my spine. He was even more frightening than I had figured, and the way he spoke of his punishments was enough to raise goosebumps on my arms. I held my breath as he blew nasty smoke into my face; yet my eyes never drifted away from him, even when he had been addressing the cowardly boy who he called Jeffery. 

I hated Eddie Wright already, and although I'd admit to being afraid of him, I wasn't afraid to show my resentment. "Yes, Master," I said coldly, my eyes still locked on him. I held my chin up, trying so hard not to look frightened by him. I wasn't going to let this man get to me, like some of the previous owners I had.  

[[Jeffery is just a NPC. But, if you want me to play him while he shows Payten everything I will, but I thought you might want to, so just...Do what you want bahaha xD ]]

“You’re learning well, slave.”
I replied just as coolly, noting her own coldness portraying in her eyes and tone. If she kept that up, I might have to teach her a lesson myself.
“You have no idea how many slaves I had that made me wish I was the one dead. Disrespectful fools, that don’t deserve a life to live…”
With a eerie chuckle I walked away from her as I puffed out more smoke from my cigar and went to the door.
“Jeffery will most likely be right outside this door, waiting for a command. Like I said, he’ll show you everything you need to go before he… leaves us. I will fetch you when I think it’s time for you to start your duties.”
I grabbed the handle and stared back at her as the cigar laid in between my teeth.
“Now leave me, slave.”
I concluded serenely as I opened the door to find a shaking Jeffery. As always, waiting for orders. It always seemed amusing to me to find my slaves shake in their boots the way he did.
I guessed he was so nervous because he knew he would be killed when he was fully replaced. I’d rather him die then me sell him for more money since he was worthless.

((If you could play him just while she's being shown around that'd be nice. xD))

I smirked to myself as he spoke of the disrespectful slaves. Good, so he was catching on. As far as he should be concerned, that was just what I was going to be. He wanted to treat human beings like this? Like dirt? Fine. I'd just push him over the edge. That was always fun. I nodded once as he directed me to leave, putting on a facade that I was actually a slave that listened. Slowly, I walked out of the door, meeting up with the Jeffery boy who was supposedly going to show me around.

I wondered about him. Was he really going to be killed, like his owner so obviously implied? I couldn't really help but feel bad for the poor boy; I'm sure it wasn't his choice to be a slave. And if he wasn't good at it, well... could he really help that, either? My eyes flashed with sadness for a moment, I could feel it, before I straightened my face again, keeping a blank stare as I raised an eyebrow at Jeffery that told him to 'get along with it.' 

((That's totally fine ^_^))

I offered the poor slave a small smile. I kinda felt bad for him- the way the Master had looked at him definitely wasn't nice. "I've heard," I responded, trying to keep my voice light. It didn't really work, but oh well. You know, the Jeffery boy seemed pretty kind... I wondered what he had done so wrong that had caused him to be put to death.

"My name's Payten," I told him in a friendly way. As I turned to look at him, I again found myself wondering about him. How long he had before he'd be... executed. Whatever the correct word was.

((eek fail))

[[Good because I got really mad when I accidently posted and I didn't feel like going further bahaha xD
Not. Fail. D: ]]

Doing a warm smile, Jeffery said,
"I've heard."
Mimicking in a teasing way what she had said. Of course he already knew her name, she was the one replacing him. He was the one that knew all the slaves names, while Master just called them all 'It' or 'Slave'.
"As you know, you'll be replacing me."
Jeffery said as he started leading her down some hallways.
"So, I have to show you, your soon to be duties. Follow me."
He didn't say anything with a frightening command the way Master did. He was the lively one. "The best way to explain your job, is your kind of like Masters' personal 'secretary', par se. Slaves do laundry, cleaning, gardening, kitchen work... You won't. You'll be by his side to get whatever he needs. You'll also be, sort of, the host. Like, for example, I got the door when you first came. Not your master. Do you understand that much? Its simple once you start the job, I promise."
He did an assuring smile while turning around to look at her. A frown all of a sudden appearing on his face.
"There is a couple things I should tell you before I show you where you'll be sleeping and such. Master has a temper. Don't give him a problem. That's just the first thing. Do you have any questions before I go on?"

[[Bump]]

((Oh I totally didn't see this. xD Sorry.))

I nodded at Jeffrey a couple times as he explained what I was to be doing while I spent my time here. Again, I found myself wondering whatever this boy had done so wrong; he seemed friendly enough. Loyal, even. 

-Master has a temper. Don't give him a problem. That's just the first thing. Do you have any questions before I go on?- 

"A temper, you say?" I mused, grinning. "Ah, yes, I do have a question. What are the more 'excruciating' punishments he was referring to earlier?" I asked him, an eyebrow raised out of curiosity. I liked to know these things before I got into any trouble with my masters... you know, just in case. I had once had a master who literally played tic-tac-toe on your back, with a knife as his utensil, if you misbehaved. I still have a faint x-shaped scar to prove it.  

[[It's cool, xD
OMG, did you just make up that tic-tac-toe part? Because if it's actually possible like in other culture or countries or whatever, I'm SO using that for this story I'm writing about a Master and Slave bahahahahaahahaha xD ]]

Her question caught him off gaurd, and Jeffery didn't like talking about the painful process of Master.
"Lets just say, in that room you were in? It has torture weapons. As in the 'pear of anguish', and even 'tar and feathering' equipment. If that's the only question, I'll get to my next point..."
With a dramatic flip of his hand, he kept going,
Secondly{If thats a word}, Master has this issue...Well it's hard to explain. Let's just say he gets sick alot. As in, alot. It's not like he's vommiting, but there is this pain in his stomach...It's hard to explain, but just remember, as your job, to check on him every couple moments so that he's not lieing on the ground in pain with no one to help. No matter how enjoyable a thought that could be to other slaves, I know that Master is... Kind once you get to know him."
Jeffery was assigned to show her around. If Master found out he was saying 'bad' things about him, he would get tortured and not just killed. He had to be 'wing man' on this one.

((Nope, I learned about it in school. Some people used to do that to African-American slaves back in the Civil War era. Sad, really. ;c))

 I nodded again at Jeffrey. This was interesting... and the atmosphere was much more different than any other house I'd been sent to work out- and trust me, that was a lot of places. It was almost foolish of Eddie Wright to buy me; I'd been sold so many times... I'd even once been put to death, until someone decided I would make a good slave for them two hours before I was to be executed. That was a scary day, for sure.

A Master? Kind? I highly doubted that, even coming out of a mouth so...seemingly honest as Jeffrey's. He was obviously loyal, though. Maybe Eddie- Ah, Master- had put him up to it. Not that Jeffrey should be listening to the man anymore anyway, if he was going to be executed.

"All right, check in on the guy every couple of moments, got it." 

[[Yes Sad...But, I'm very happy you put that in your post, because thats a good thing to know xDDD ]]

"Great. You learn fast, you know that? I can tell you'll satisfy his needs."
Jeffery motioned with a hand for her to follow and said,
"There was more, but I don't find it necessary to explain. Master is unique, and you just need to meet him to understand him. [And,because I completely forgot what I wanted her to know because I babbled to much about the first two bahaha xD]"
Jeffery stopped at a door, and said,
"As no surprise, the slaves courters are downstairs in the basement level."
He opened the door for her to go down first - yes, even as a slave you could still show respect for the lads.

I offered him a small smile as the boy held the door open. Great. Chivalry wasn't dead, even when you were a slave. I walked through the door, waiting for him to do the same. Looking around, I could already tell that this definitely wasn't a warm, comfortable place, unlike the vibe I had received earlier from the fireplace in the Master's...quarters? Torture room? I wasn't too sure about that, yet. However, I was sure that I would be treated unlike different slaves- I guess I was Master's personal assistant or something. That almost made me a little less upset. It sounded like I would get more privileges out of that job; then again, I could also be dead wrong.

((Sorry, I kinda just babbled to make this long. xD)) 

[[Omg, I'm sorry I completely forgot to do this. DDD:
And, it's fine. I'm not giving you much to work with, I tried with this one, sorreh though. D: ]]

After he let her walk in, Jeffery came after her and closed the door. [homg power playing D: sorreh again  D: >> ]] He followed her down the stairs and then came infront of her to show her around.
"I believe you will be in the room I used to be in. I'll show you it."
He led her to the room at the end of the first hall.
"Other slaves share rooms but since your Masters personal servant,you have your own room. It's not always fun though because the other slaves will most likely envy you."
He did a wink in her direction before going inside.

((It's okay; I totally understand. xD And the powerplaying thing is also okay. That was hardly anything- plus, sometimes you just can't help it :P))

"Well, at least I have some privacy," I mused, mostly to myself more than Jeffery. You know, maybe it wouldn't be so bad here... then again, I had no idea what this Master was like yet, really. He could be the most violent, sick, twisted person I would ever meet. Sometimes slave owners did some nasty, horrible things to their slaves.

My eyes darted across the room, scrutinizing it. Well, it wasn't too horrid, for a slave's room. There had been only one other time when I had been in a house that I had my own room and I was only there for three days. Apparently, slave owners don't like it when you bite them in the arm. This room, though, was in better condition then the other one I'd had, although I couldn't really say that this was a perfect bedroom. It would have to do, I supposed.

[[Awh, good. I was hoping you wouldn't be all 'OMGIHATEYOUNEVERPOWERPLAYAGAIN'...
But, that's just me worrying to much again bahahahahaha...
Anyways... ]]

Jeffery smiled and walked inside.
"I remember when I first got this room. I never had a room to myself, so I was so excited to get this one." He walked around the bed, all of a sudden a frown appearing on his face.
I'm going to die tonight...
With a sad sigh he looked back at Payten and said,
"Maybe we should show you where to eat, and then take you back to Master, eh?"
And with that he walked out of the room, keeping the door open for her to follow.