I was directed into a room where I was then bathed and changed into different clothing. Rather luxurious for my taste. The clothing is made of silk. It's a simple dress, dark purple in color.
I was directed to a mirror. My black hair seems to fit well with this dress. I only realized after looking in the mirror that the hems of the dress have a golden color. My assumption is that I am meant to be a concubine, but even with that, I do not see a reason for a tutor.
Oh, are those my eyes? I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror once more, this time focusing on my eyes. My green eyes seem so devoid of everything. Lacking even the basic instinct of self-preservation. Most would say it's terrifying, I'm sure. I looked down at my chest.
I'm still rather small here, so I probably wouldn't even make that great a concubine. Then again, there are always those who are interested in the smaller types. I've dealt with one after all. Wasn't the most enjoyable experience I've had.
It's not like I am untouched. Most people who are my age are told that they mustn't touch themselves let alone let others touch them. "Ms. Hannah, if you are finished, please follow me." A maid said. She's rather pretty, I wonder if she gets rammed on the regular.
As I continued thinking, I nodded and followed her. She brought me to the dining room where I was told to sit. As such, I went to the head of the table and sat on my knees next to the chair. The maids were shocked a freaked out and quickly sprang over to me, picked me up, and set me in the chair next to the head of the table.
I guess that's what they meant. Strange. Soon the food was set on the table. I was instructed not to eat yet. I guess they plan to feed me at the table. After a few minutes, Mr. Torrson entered the dining hall and sat at the head of the table.
"Why does she not have food on her plate yet?" He asked.
"We waited for you to enter, as is custom." One maid responded. Mr. Torrson seems angry. I'm not sure why.
"I instructed you to feed her, not have her wait with food in front of her. Put food onto her plate." He said, containing his rage. The servants quickly put food on both of their plates.
"If I may have permission to ask a question, though it is arrogant to ask." I said. I want to know why he is being so nice. Is he after something?
"It's not arrogant to ask anything, please do." He said.
"Why is it that you are angry at the servants? I am lucky enough to sit at the table, let alone eat at it." I asked. Genuinely I am curious. I do not understand his insistence on this matter.
"They did not follow my instructions. Furthermore, you need to get used to eating at this table, or other tables, it will become much more common from here on out." He said. Why? That doesn't make sense. He will just be laughed at. People will see him as nothing but a lump of coal. So why?
"Why?" I asked. He seemed to be exasperated at this question.
"You should not be submitted to anything less than what a human is worth. And a human is worth a lot." He said. Intriguing.
"Will you not be insulted or subjected to humiliating forms of wordplay?" I asked. As a slave, I should be concerned for my master, no matter how I am treated.
"That does not matter to me. A human is a human. By the way, how old are you?" He asked. Why does he care about that? Is he wondering if I am in his age range of sexual interaction? Unlikely, he does not seem like the type to be interested in petite girls, especially when you look at the staff. Those are weapons, I swear.
"14." I stated simply. Yes, not much older than that girl with the bare chest. But she was clearly a dwarf, I was simply referring to her body size.
"I see." He said. "Well, we should eat before it gets cold." He said as he picked up his fork. An interesting tool. I picked up a piece of the meat which is laid on my plate and put it in my mouth. "Use the fork." He said. I picked it up and began using it. Though not as elegantly as him. It is difficult to use this utensil.
After a few moments of seeing me struggle with the fork, he grabbed my hand and moved the fork into what I presume to be the proper grip. It became much easier to eat with it. Interesting. The fact that simply the way you hold something entirely changes how well you can use it.
Although it may not be the most interesting things, when you live as I have, you start to notice the small things that are intriguing. After eating I was directed to a bedroom. I was instructed that it is mine and that I am to sleep on the bed. I guess I have my own room. It's not like I've never had my own room, it has just been a while.
More importantly, this bed is too soft. I can't sleep. So I'm out on the balcony. Yes, there is a balcony attached to my room and it overlooks the garden which is lit up by magic. It is a beautiful sight. After a while, I went back to the room.
It is rather extravagant. The bed is large and takes up the middle of the left wall from the entrance. There is a large dresser on the rightmost part of the right wall and a door directly to its left which leads to a bathroom that even has a bath.
Although I am happy to receive such luxuries, I am still unsure about my master's intentions. Although he claims to want rights for slaves, he very specifically mentioned humans earlier. 'A human is human,' I believe he said.
I should sleep. I thought as I went to lay on the bed. It has silk sheets and a large, high-quality, cotton comforter. I decided to sleep on top of the comforter as it was more comfortable and was a better temperature. Eventually, I fell asleep.
...
"You know I love you, right, my little Hannah?" A man said. I nodded as he went in and out of me from behind. "I love you so much that I bankrupted that man so he would have to sell you." he said. I felt a sudden pain in my chest as tears formed in my eyes. Not from the pain I felt from my vaginal region, but because this man had harmed someone I think dearly of.
His dick is overly large for my body, but he doesn't seem to care. How horrid. He turned me over on my back and saw my tears. "Why are you crying, my dear?" He asked. I shook my head as I hiccupped. "Tell me, else I may have to do something I don't want to." He said. I shook my head again, tears falling from my face. With anger on his face, he slapped me. "Tell me!" He demanded.
"Y-you... You hurt papa!" I said through my tears, light-headed.
"That man. I think he needs to be dealt with." He said angrily as he took his dick out of me and stood up. "Ultir, plan b." he said. What does he mean? I thought as I looked at my crotch. A mix of a clear liquid and blood was there. I immediately knew why I was so light-headed.
"Yes, master, the assassins will be readied." He said. Assassins? What do they need assassins for? I thought.
"Now, back to my entertainment." The man said as he looked at me. I jolted awake with tears in my eyes. I quickly choked the tears back, then looked around.
I guess it was a dream... Why that one? I thought as I looked down to my vaginal region which is covered by purple fabric. I hate that man, even to this day. Every day he would fuck me relentlessly, then heal me with potions to ensure I 'stayed tight,' as he put it. Well, at least there was no permanent damage because of it. Suddenly I felt something rush down both of my cheeks.
Am I crying? Why would I? I thought as I touched my cheeks which have wet streaks from tears that had fallen. "No..." I said quietly as I attempted to hold back my tears. Crying is what the weak do. I am a slave. I may be a lower lifeform than my master, but I am not weak. I'm... I don't want to cry. Despite what my mind was saying, I continued crying for a reason unknown to me.
Suddenly, a maid opened the door and we locked eyes for a moment. She saw my tear-stricken face. I began to suddenly cry harder. Why? Why am I crying? I want to hide. Go away. Stop looking at me. Please. Despite what I was thinking, the maid stood there motionless, seemingly shocked while I began to tense up and cry.
I feel so vulnerable. Why won't she leave? Please, just stop staring. After regaining her composure, the maid rushed over to me and hugged me. Go away! I thought as I attempted to push her away, but she wouldn't let go. Eventually, I gave up and cried in her arms.
Why are these people so nice to someone as lowly as me? Why aren't they laughing at my tears? Why support me despite doing something as weak as crying? If I saw someone crying on a train, or in the shared quarters, I would think less of them. I wouldn't support or help them. So why?
After a while, the maid spoke. "It's alright." She said. Why does it hurt so much?
"Why?" I asked through my tears after building up enough strength.
"Because in the end, everyone cries. All we have to do is get through it, even if we need a little help." She said. Why is she going so far for me? I was wondering this, but my thought process was suddenly cut off by another maid entering the room.
"Liana, why isn't she out yet?" She asked as she opened the door. Once she entered the room she already understood.
"My apologies, head maid, but, could I have a few moments? I don't think she wants anyone to see her like this." Liana said. If you understand this, then why stay? The head maid sighed.
"Master Torrson won't be pleased, but alright." She said as she left.
"Sorry, I know you are probably thinking, 'Why would you stay if you knew that already?' Truth is, I could never handle seeing people cry all alone. Having nobody to lean on. It must have been so difficult." She rambled a bit. "Oh, I'm rambling, sorry. I'll stay here until you're calm, alright?" She asked. I tried to shake my head but couldn't find the strength.