Lost Valentine
Permanently Pessimistic
Lucille Copeland
His force was rough when he pushed her and she stumbled into the house. It was...different. Than anything she had ever seen. As her new master spoke, her eyes traveled from him to the kitchen he spoke of, and then back at him, finally resting on the floor, "Yes sir, right away sir." She spoke quietly again, nodding her head a little at him. Quiet and polite is how she believed slaves survived. She was still getting used to that word.
She made her way into the kitchen quickly and opened up the fridge. Her eyes grew wide when she saw a bag of what she assumed was human flesh, from the label. She cringed and sighed, I guess everyone has their preferences. She sat the bag of meat on the counter and shut the fridge. Opening the cabinet, she scanned trough the spices located in it. She bit her nail, what spices does he..uh..the master..prefer? She walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room where she assumed her...master still was. "Sir?" She called out quietly. Those words would also take time finding their way into her vocabulary naturally.
@Barbas
His force was rough when he pushed her and she stumbled into the house. It was...different. Than anything she had ever seen. As her new master spoke, her eyes traveled from him to the kitchen he spoke of, and then back at him, finally resting on the floor, "Yes sir, right away sir." She spoke quietly again, nodding her head a little at him. Quiet and polite is how she believed slaves survived. She was still getting used to that word.
She made her way into the kitchen quickly and opened up the fridge. Her eyes grew wide when she saw a bag of what she assumed was human flesh, from the label. She cringed and sighed, I guess everyone has their preferences. She sat the bag of meat on the counter and shut the fridge. Opening the cabinet, she scanned trough the spices located in it. She bit her nail, what spices does he..uh..the master..prefer? She walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room where she assumed her...master still was. "Sir?" She called out quietly. Those words would also take time finding their way into her vocabulary naturally.
@Barbas