A whore house! Ill repute! A brothel.... all the words for a place I never thought I would be. Even 20 years ago, when I first left the house of my breeder. I knew without a doubt then what life would be like. Simple, happy, I would work hard and be loved and cherished. I would be special. Some man would keep me for his very own and defend that ownership with his steel. .. Is every slave so foolish? Or am I perhaps special in the worst way of all?
She's left me here, in this place. A den of sin and debauchery. I have never felt so alone in my life.
I think, or maybe I fear that this is more then just a punishment. In my Mistress's home there seems to be some growing threat and shadow. Something coming to cloak us all in the wrath of Eliza. She's hiding something in the wine cellar. I have heard the please of a man. I once though it was Tannek.. but he is long since gone. Dead and buried she says. All because of me.
I could never find the words to fully describe my hatred for my Mistress. It is an emotional thing and yet quite tangible too. It has a texture, it has a taste.. it has a scent.
But now.. sleeping on the floor of a strange new place.. I miss her, I miss her with every fiber of my being. I miss Eliza.
The mistress here.. Ludmilla.. I do not like her. She's a wicked woman, a harlot. I suppose she is beautiful, but I can hardly get past her smile. It seems so welcoming for fleeting moments and yet so full of irony. As if she pities you .. because she's about to devour you whole. Then again.. perhaps she will take all seven days and eat me piece by piece.
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