*Gasp* What is this glorious thing I see? A double update, you say? I believe a couple of votes are in order... What do you think?

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I guess it was safe to say that I went to bed looking forward to the next day that night for probably the first time in my life. It felt good to finally have a fun carefree conversation without having to worry about being locked away in the dark or being whipped to near death. I knew I shouldn't let this Amber in so easily but I guess it was difficult not to since I could already imagine us becoming best friends - it must've been the excitement that comes with entering uncharted territory.
As expected, I entered the dining room and found it exactly as I had left it last night. Of course my master wouldn't eat the food. I bet he thinks I spat in it or something. Having nothing else to do, I got right into doing my chores. I tidied up in the rooms we used most often before going to the kitchen to make breakfast for Amber...
Master walked into the kitchen. In fact, he walked right past me, reached into the fridge, grabbed a half empty carton of milk and downed it. Straight from the damn box! I eyed him from across the room as I sliced some onions.
"Good morning, master." I said after he put the empty carton back where he found it. Master just looked at me in return, his electric blue eyes giving away nothing as he stood next to the fridge. Thoughtlessly, I walked towards him and stopped right in front of him. Now what!? I realised how stupid I probably looked and decided to retrieve the empty milk carton instead but when I turned around, he was gone. I carried on with making breakfast while I tried not to think about my master's strange behaviour and was done in no time. Amber came in shortly after and, unsurprisingly, demanded that I had breakfast with her by the island in the kitchen. I couldn't bring myself to say no or that I only eat when I'm hungry and I wasn't hungry probably because she was just so... Contagious, for lack of a better term. She made me feel less lonely and more... alive somewhat. Well, as alive as a slave can feel.
"Why do I feel like you put in so much effort to make me this?" Amber gushed.
"I did..." I blushed. "I wanted you to like it." I mumbled shyly. Amber laughed a sweet, hearty laugh.
"Jay, of course I like it... You made it for me... I'm not used to that kind of thing..."
"I'm supposed to do things like this though... I just wanted to do them extra nicely for you because you've been kind to me." I admitted. Amber just smiled at me and we carried on eating.
The day went on more eventful than any other; Amber told me about herself and I told her about myself. It was refreshing in a good way to say the least. Amber said she was kicked out of her coven for having an on again off again affair with the werewolf that had murdered an Elder. Shortly after, the werewolf broke up with her and she swore off magic from that day. She didn't cry when he told me this; I bet it was because like me, she had ran out of tears.
"How long ago was this?" I asked, bested by curiosity.
"Six months ago..." she mumbled absent-mindedly.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be... I'm kinda glad it happened. I can do whatever I want now... I have my own place, I have a job. Life's great." I wanted to ask if she missed her family, her friends, if she missed magic but I chose not to. The last thing I wanted was to push her away with my intrusive questions. We talked about other things after that, she told me about what the world is like outside the house; beautiful falls and giant mountains, the deep blue waters of the seas and even small tribes of humans that lived deep in the forest - completely self sufficient. I envied them and imagined what it was like to not feel like I was watching life from a distance; like I was watching it through a tiny window while others lived the life I was meant to have if only fate had not gotten my destiny wrong or had it mistaken for someone else's...
Soon it was getting late and I made dinner for everyone once again. As expected, my master wasn't around but I prepared the dining table for him anyways. Amber and I ate in the kitchen and I cleaned up after and then we went to sleep.
I lay awake in my bed, I could think of only one thing... my master. I got up and slowly crept towards my door as if anyone would hear me if I got up and walked like a normal person in my own room. Why do you even care, Jamaica? You're worried? Why? He is still a monster and still a murderer so why do you still think you can help someone who obviously can't be helped? You think you can lift the curse or what?! No! No! No! Its the right thing to do. If someone is down, you help them up. God, I feel so stupid right now... I opened my door and walked towards my master's room. It was bone chillingly silent in there. I knocked on the door even though every fibre of my being begged me to get the hell out of there while I still could. I heard movement inside the room and braced myself for the slap of a lifetime. Master roughly pulled the door open and glared at me through the moonlight.
"The fuck do you want now, Jamaica?" He sounded exasperated and slightly irritated.
"I just want to talk to you." I whispered, for fear of waking Amber up and then having to explain myself to her.

Soz, guys... I know its boring at the moment but hang on! Its gonna get better... I swear!