I woke up and he was gone. He left me a sticky note though, told me to "clean everything up and stay the fuck away from my room(well, his room)..." I found it a little hard to imagine his large frame bent over, scribbling on a piece of yellow paper with those large rough yet soft hands and sinful blue eyes of his. Whatever was in that water seemed to have helped with my cuts and I was able to get to work after only two weeks of laboured movement - for the most part at least. My wounds usually healed much slower, I was told that it was because I was malnourished - I didn't think so, I could do what all the other people could do so did that not make me healthy enough?
I loved having the house to myself; I found food in the fridge and a library somewhere. Cleaning the house wasn't as easy as I assumed though - it was huge. It took me five whole days of nonstop cleaning to get it done. I also found out that we lived in the middle of nowhere and we were surrounded by a dense forest. There was that and also the fact that I had a metal band around my ankle which constantly rubbed at my skin till it got raw and bruised. I hated it. It wasn't like I would run off into the woods to very likely die the moment I set foot there so the tracking device was completely unnecessary. But that didn't stop me from having the best six weeks of my life. No master, no yelling, no fear and no lashes just peace and quiet for the first time in my life. I spent the days watching the rain from inside the house, wishing I could go outside, reading and of course cleaning up areas I missed out which also included exploring the house. I didn't eat much though; only at night. I was used to not eating anyways. Master probably wouldn't even notice that a lot of the food he had men deliver here every Friday was still untouched. I would like to assume they were men; I never got to see them, the food just found itself on the kitchen island. I didn't mind the isolation, it was just a little (very, actually) creepy to know that strangers came into the house when I was asleep to leave me food. But none of that mattered anymore because as I sat by my favourite reading spot by the window in my room, I saw a fancy black car - it blended into the night so well that I wouldn't have noticed it from upstairs if it didn't have the headlights on. I felt a pang of curiosity spike from the bottom of my heart but it was easily replaced by worry and fear. What if he's back? Oh god no, I don't want him back. At least not yet. Please don't be back so soon... I wasn't ready to handle his mood swings or his lashings or even just to face him after that day. Then, as if to answer my unasked question, a tall blonde bombshell stepped out of the car but not without slowly putting one foot on the ground followed by the other as if she was giving her arrival a more dramatic effect. Like she was an angel descending from heaven, it was that or she was showing off her high high high shoes that shimmered in the moonlight and perfect long legs. I couldn't help but compare my unattractive self to her. Her whitish hair was neatly pulled back into a sleek bun while mine was merely a uncombed, frizzy afro. She was tall and skinny yet curvy in all the right places while I was just tall and lanky, I felt ugly and boring compared to her (aka, a dirty potato next something from a five star restaurant). I pried my eyes off her intimidating figure and scolded myself for being so petty that I felt the need to measure myself up to her before I began my journey downstairs to find out why she she decided to grace this hell hole with her presence. It didn't take me that long to remember that the doors were locked so I just stood awkwardly at the door, waiting for what would happen next. What really gave me a shock was that I heard the click if a lock and the door was swung open - quite angrily, might I add. It all made sense when I saw her face; it held an odd mix of hurt and anger while her restless silver eyes darted around the room glancing at everything but me. Beautiful couldn't even begin to describe her, she was perfect. No blemishes, no pimples, no wrinkles, no scars, high cheekbones, pretty eyes and even though her pink lips were drawn into a thin line of displeasure, they still made me envious of her.
When she finally noticed me standing right in front of her, her features seemed to soften almost, like she was suddenly overwhelmed by some form of child-like wonder even though I was probably only a year or two younger than her. Her silver eyes widened and she let a small gasp. I hated being the centre of attention, even though she was the only person around, I felt so on-the-spot and self conscious. I was suddenly aware that she could be my master's lover and I was there standing in his gray hoodie and sweatpants. Hell, I even stole a pair of his boxers and a shirt for when it got hot that day. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice this even after looking at me from head to toe about four times as if to make sure she wasn't seeing things. I was a nervous mess in front of her but I wanted to come off as confident so I stood straighter and squared my shoulders.
"A human..." She said in amusement more to herself than anyone else. I just kept quiet. "Where is Dimitri?" Who? She must have noticed my confusion and quickly added "your master, I mean."
"I... I don't know, ma'am... He has been gone... for a while..." Gee, what happened to trying to come off as confident... She pursed her lips once more as if in deep thought, pushed right past me and went straight upstairs without another word. Now I know where master got it from... She even remembered to lock the door at some point...