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"Jamaica, go get your shoes." Master said to me after we had eaten breakfast the next day. There was a cloud of awkwardness hanging above us but I did my best to ignore it and pretend nothing happened last night.
"We're going somewhere?" I asked, unable to hide my excitment.
"Just go. Now. Before I change my mind."
I found myself racing up the stairs and grabbing the first pair of shoes I found. Black and white pumps or whatever they're called with big white bows in the front, right above my toes. They reminded me of the ones I'd seen ballerinas wear. By the time I was at the front door, I was panting heavily and clutching my chest because I thought my heart had a cramp.
"Calm down." Master warned as he gave me a somewhat nervous glance.
"Sorry." I mumbled as I stared at the stripey black and white shoes, subconsciously bouncing on my heels in excitement and still breathing like a madman. "Are we going outside?" I inquired, looking at him and grinning at the possibility.
"Yeah." He said simply - unamused. Bored. My face hurt from smiling so much, it was finally happening. "I'm taking you to the orchard." He continued.
"What's an orchard?"
"You know how to read but don't know what an orchard is?"
"I've read it before but I don't know what it is." I smiled. Still bouncing on the balls of my feet.
"I'll show you." He sighed. 
"Okay." I beamed while looking at his face in disbelief. He stared right back, giving me his signature 'what-the-fuck' look until I was forced to avert my gaze.
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The orchard smelled heavily of citrus. Lemons everywhere. Master had told me that it was a lot bigger than what I'd seen, that there were lots of other fruits growing there. Apples and oranges and lots of others he had mentioned, I can't remember the names. The lemony scent hung loosely in the cool air, the area we had been standing in was a little darker than the brightness of the morning, save for the speckles of sunlight that seeped through the leaves. They made master look sparkly. I even attempted to take off my shoes but master wouldn't have any of that.
"Who takes care of all these trees?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation away from my "bad manners" as he'd put it.
"Workers."
"They come every day?" My eyes widened.
"Mmmm." He nodded.
"Where are they?" I said, looking around.
"I sent them away."
"Why?"
"Because no one is meant to know you even exist."
"But I wanted to meet them, master..." I mumbled, my heart breaking at his words as a lump formed in my throat. I'm just so tired of being alone.
"Jesus, Jamaica. Are you going to fucking start crying again?" He asked, irritated already. I didn't answer, I was too angry. I'm not some dangerous person who has to be locked up and watched 24/7. Master grabbed my face with his palms, his face somewhat contorted in anger. The suddenness of it caused a single tear to fall and that was all it took for the whole dam to break. Master's grip and facial features softened almost immediately.
"Don't look at me like that. Its only for your protection, okay?" He cooed, rubbing his thumb over my tears. His sudden gentleness took me by surprise but I nodded regardless, even though I didn't believe him no matter how softly he said it.
"Stop crying." He said before bending down to gently kiss away the tears. My heart was pounding in my throat, I was weak in the knees and I had butterflies in my stomach. Master's lips were surprisingly soft against my cheek. He slowly planted soft kisses on my left cheek then moved to my right. I was on cloud 9. Why was I crying again? When he was done, he pulled me in for a hug.
"How about we go apple picking?" He whispered. I nodded, still sniffling and wishing I could blow my nose.
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We had been outside for nearly the whole day. Master hadn't been looking so I took the opportunity to take off my shoes which was fun and refreshing until I stepped on a big, fat thorn. Pain immediately shot up my leg and I had to bite my tongue to keep from screeming out. I even tried to walk it off and pretend nothing was wrong but master caught on pretty quickly that I had hurt myself. Probably because he smelled the blood and also because of the strained look on my face.
"Where the fuck are your shoes?" He questioned, completely exasperated.
"I..."
"Oh for Christ's sake." He picked me up and carried me bridal style all the way back to the house. "I told you not to take off your damned shoes."
"Sorry." I mumbled, ashamed.
"You're like a child sometimes, I swear." He sighed as he put me down on the kitchen counter. He squatted in front of me and took my dirty foot in his hand and after examining it for a few seconds, he very suddenly pulled the thorn out with his fingernails and I hissed in pain. He got back up and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Listen to instructions next time." Master warned before telling me to go shower.
I showered quickly because I needed to get started with making dinner since I was starving. As I walked past the big mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself. I normally covered it with a towel so I didn't have to see myself and all my scars but I guess the towel must've fallen off. Wide brown eyes stared back at me, I could hardly recognise them as my own. There was a lot more flesh on my cheeks now and also on my body. I noticed that I wasn't all bones and skin anymore, I was curvier, my breasts fuller... I wonder if master would like them. I blushed and then shock my head vigorously to get that thought out of my head, my ridiculously curly hair dancing as I did so. It was longer too and black as midnight. I looked healthier and not so... grey any more, which I was thankful for. I had colour in my cheeks, even a dimple in my right cheek and a smile on my full lips, I had never looked that good in all my life... And I wanted to stay that way.
Unable to find any t-shirts, I grabbed a blue button up that master had wanted me to throw away because of a tear on the sleeve and a pair of those awful leggings master had bought me. I then rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen to make some pasta and whatever else I'd find in the fridge. I was about to remove the leftover mince from the freezer when master cleared his throat from behind me. I shot up in surprise and suffered from whiplash as a consequence.
"Leave it. I'm having someone bring us food." He stated.
"Oh..." I said, still feeling slightly disorientated. Then an awkward silence ensued. "I don't eat nuts." I blurted. He gave me a puzzled look. "... I'm allergic." I explained.
"I know." He said.
"I was just trying to break the ice." I mumbled. He chuckled lightly. I smiled. He stopped chuckling and gave me his all too familiar 'what-the-fuck' look for the second time that day.
"Sorry." I said.
"Did I not tell you to get rid of that shirt?" He crossed his large muscular arms over his bare, broad chest.
"But its still good enough to wear..." I argued. He sighed. More awkward silence followed. Him just staring at me and me trying not to look at his beautiful body, eyes trained on anything other than his, heart beating rapidly in my throat.
"Is it the weekend?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay." I tapped my fingers tips on the kitchen counter, it was such a shame that I had absolutely no rhythm.
"Can I watch a movie?" I asked.
"I want something from you first." He smirked mischievously like the way he always did.
"Ummm... Okay..."
"You do have the option to say no, by the way." He stated, suddenly serious.
"Okay..."
"I want one kiss."
"From me? Are you serious???"
"Wouldn't ask you if I wasn't, Jamaica." He leaned against the door frame as he spoke. My eyes drifted to his perfect chest. He looked like he went to the gym regularly. Such a well built man, buff but not too buff. Smooth looking tanned skin stretching effortlessly over taut muscles. I imagined what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. It wouldn't be my first kiss anyways. Are you even listening to yourself, you fool?! He is a murderer and you are willing to kiss him to watch a TV that you don't even want to watch??? I gazed at him from behind the kitchen counter. He hadn't moved an inch, still standing there, still watching me, still shirtless. I wasn't going to deny and say that I didn't want to kiss him since the first time was so... electric. But that would mean that I was easy and I was anything but easy.
I started to walk in his direction and stopped right in front of him. Electricity cursed though my veins, charging the air between us.
"I'd rather not..." I mumbled as I brushed past him. It felt amazing to refuse his advances like that. Although, I did wish I gave it more sass but it didn't matter because I had won the battle this this time. Funny how only a few months before, he thought I was "weak" and "revolting". Ha! Not so weak now, am I? I smiled to myself as I walked towards the stairs.
Unfortunately, my victory was short lived. I hadn't even taken five steps up the stairs when master came and grabbed me from behind. Roughly at first then becoming more gentle with his movements, his strong hands slowly feeling their way across my tummy to my hips.
"I should have probably mentioned that I wouldn't take no for an answer." He chuckled before bending down to place feather light open mouthed kisses on my neck. My body hummed in excitement and terror all while I let him vandalise me. My body could barely process information. It was like I had lost control. Master then turned me around and looked into my eyes as he slowly pushed me onto the wall, his hands shamelessly playing with my butt cheeks. Our breaths were short and shallow, mingling as our noses touched. My heart was pounding almost painfully and my down there was throbing so much it ached. Am I going to faint? 
"Relax some, Jamaica." Master whispered, sexy as ever.
"I... can't..." Him whispering things to me like that wasn't very helpful. He smiled at my response, knowing fully well what he had the power to do to me. Master squeezed my butt hard and then slapped it causing me to jump and hiss in an odd mix of pain and pleasure.
"Behave." He chuckled. Then his lips met mine. It was magic and for a few seconds I was happily bewitched by him.
You are so easy. No need to pay a prostitute when you're free of charge.
"No more, master." I mumbled into his mouth as I turned my head to the side.
"You don't like it?" He smirked.
"I hate it." I replied. Lair, lair, panties on fire! "Oh dear... I think something's burning... I'll just go... ummm... fix it..." I hadn't even noticed that my palms had been on my master's chest. That doesn't matter, get out of here! I pushed him away from me. Well, to an extent, I guess... Granted it was a small distance but it meant I could actually breath my own air. I swear, this man was an angel of the devil. Fallen and evil and why did I have to be the one to suffer from all this pressure???
Master laughed a seemingly genuine laugh, showing off beautiful white teeth. I frowned at him and crossed my arms over my chest mostly to keep my hands from betraying me and touching things that I wasn't meant to touch.
"You're not cooking anything right now, Jamaica." He chuckled. "You're still such a terrible lair. Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything."
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"Walking away from you."
"No, I mean what's your grand scheme here?" He gave me a puzzled look. "You hated my guts before and now you're... different. Is that why you took me outside? So that I'd feel like I owed you something?"
"I took you outside today because you kept asking and you owe me everything. You're mine, remember? I. Own. You." He turned around to start walking away but then turned right back around to face me. "Oh and I did hate you... now I think I just hate you less."
"Because you want to have sex with me right?!" I was so angry all of a sudden. "Its okay though. Use and dump, right? Like last night when you got sick?"
"Watch it." He warned.
"I can't believe I actually believed when the king said that I could help you if I tried hard enough. You're too far gone. Not even death can help you!" I yelled, my chest heaving up and down. Master then looked even more furious than I felt.
"I've been extremely lenient with you, do you know that?" He took large, calculated steps towards me. "I've fed you, given you liberties that no other slave has, clothed you and this is how you repay me?" His voice was calm yet thunderous. Master was standing right in front of me now, his hand snaking its way up my arm. It was very creepy and uncomfortable. Master watched the action almost dreamily, smiling even. All I could do was watch his face like I always did.
Suddenly, master grabbed my neck like I was a chicken or something. His large hand tightening its grip oh so subtly every passing second. I instinctively clawed at his hand in futile attempts to get it off. I couldn't breath. My throat made a funny wheezing sounds whenever I did. It felt like my head was going to explode until I started feeling pins and needles in my fingers and toes then I became numb. Black spots clouded my vision and I was light headed, my heart struggling to pump the little oxygen I could get around my body. It didn't take too long for my body to give up and that's when I died... I think.

Hola, I made an extra long update to apologise for my absence. Please do feel free to enjoy it so much that you tap that lovely star shaped voting apparatus wherever it may be located and then tell me how this update feels in your heart because I'd very much like to know. Byeee ✌💝