NovelEnglish“I wish to go down to the bathhouse,” Master Bane called behind us.
“I will hurry brothers. We cannot take it down like this. It is a mess,” he answered leadinginto the showers.
I didn’t understand Christof’s refusal. It made even Less sense as we stood in the shower. Christof disrobed to washand his staff was erect and ready. He was certainly sexually excited. There was no way to tell why he didn’t want to have sex with me.
Christof washedquickly. I was rinsed and the cream applied to several over exuberant marks. My hair was brushed and they pulledout the door. My coverings were deemed unnecessary, since we would all be naked and in the pool. They didn’t seem to see the need for coverings either and walked aroundnude.
The men were all in remarkably high spirits, so I thought one question wouldn’t getin that much trouble. Although I had made the choice to make the best of this; they had chosen not to beatinto submission.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI wanted to know why they didn’t just do that.
“Master Damien, may I ask a question?” I asked hesitantly.
He turned and I narrowly avoided running into his chest. We had stopped just before entering the bathhouse.
“Brothers, may Ciara ask a question? It seems the human enjoys its questions,” he put to the group.
A murmur of discussion went through them. If questions madehappy, they would tolerate them, the men finally decided. I had been a good slave today, I had earned a question was the consensus. Master Damien raised an eyebrow atand waited.
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“There are slaves on earth and they treat them terribly. I know you could hurtif you wanted. Why don’t you hit your slaves?” I asked rambling, part ofwas scared what the answer might be.
Master Damien let the little group file into the bath house and walked withinto a shallow part of the pool. He handedsoap and a silky rag, so I started to wash him.
“We did beat slaves, in the beginning. They never asked questions and they always did what we said. They just didn’t Live very long.”
“We are very competitive, as you’ve noticed. We started to try to keep our slaves alive. It becan honor, to see who had the oldest slave,” he said and then continued with a warning. “Don’t confuse not wanting to hurt you with a lack of discipline. If you continue to need reminders about how to behave, they will only get harsher.”
Promising to be good, I decided to keep going with my luck, so I asked him, “Another question, Master Damien?”
He sighed but seemed to be enjoying the soapy massage, “One more, Ciara, you were a very good slave today.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Why do you feedand bathe me. I can do those things myself. I CAN take care of myself,” I said a little indignantly.
“You told another slave you were free and the slavers took you, isn’t that correct?” he asked.
I moved the rag between his toes as I answered, “Yes, Master Damien, I walked into a strange Light and woke up at the auction.”
“Were you able to fend for yourself, you would not have been kidnapped and sold. We care for you, because you are ours and it is our responsibility. Your illness would be seen as weakness on our part, that cannot happen,” he said.
I continued to wash him, but didn’t argue. It was good he had answered squestions.
Other Warriors cand talked to him as I worked. Several commented I seemed more obedient today. Master Damien thanked them for their help in that matter. I was cringing while they talked, I recognized their voices from the platform. As I worked, I did not look up and kept at least one hand on Master Damien at all times.
Once I was done bathing him, Master Damien sentacross the pool to go sit with Master Evan. It was strange to be told to go somewhere and not told to follow. I would have preferred if he went with me, there were Warriors everywhere.
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