Slave Manor - Chapter Fifteen

I spent the next three days at the Manor. Even though Bethan tended to my bruises they were still obvious enough that going to school wasn’t a good idea.
In those three days Master didn’t come near me apart from to ask how I was doing. Helen didn’t ask what had happened, she didn’t want to know about my lie or who I’d been with...which was fair. The more she knew the more likely she was going to get into trouble for knowing it and keeping it to herself. No, I spent the three days sitting on my bed, drawing or down in the library reading. It was relaxing and at the same time the most painful three days I’d ever been through. I kept thinking Master would discover my lie at any moment...my mind kept going to Hunter and how much I missed him. But I couldn’t risk it, not again.
But on the third day, I knew something was wrong when a van came with typical thugs. But they weren’t Master’s thugs...I stayed at the top of the stairs, not heading into the hall in fear of being attacked.
Master walked into the hall, “ah, you’re here.”
“We’ve come to pick up the girl.”
My eyes widened and my heartbeat instantly picked up at those words. I could see Bethan and Rachel watching from the other side of the staircase and their expressions were similar to mine; pure terror.
Master nodded, “JOSH! DAN!” They came out of the sitting room obediently, “go get her.”
“Yessir.”
They headed down the corridor downstairs and I looked across at Rachel questioningly, but she just shook her head. She had no idea what was going on either.
Who was Master giving away? Who were these people?
It was then we heard a scream and Master barely flinched. My hands clenched the banister hard as I realised what was happening...that was Fiona...oh god was he giving her away? I hadn’t seen her since that night three days ago...
Josh and Dan dragged her into the hall, and though she screamed she was in no state to struggle. Her wrists and ankles were chained together, her body battered and bruised. “NO! PLEASE MASTER! NO!”
I flinched, guilt starting to pump heavily through me, oh god...
Master looked at her and said coldly, “it’s not Master anymore Fiona. It’s Sebastian. You have a new Master.”
I saw the look of pure horror on her face, like she’d been told she was going to die...or worse. Tears rose to my eyes and I shook my head, no...he couldn’t do this to her...I went to go forwards but someone suddenly grabbed my arm. I gasped, looking to see Helen there, “don’t. It’s either you or her and I promise you, you will get a fate far worse than this if you confess.”
My eyes widened, I hadn’t told her but she’d guessed...my eyes went back to Fiona as she began to scream again, Dan and Josh handing her over to the new thugs. “He can’t do this,” I cried. “He can’t...”
“MASTER! PLEASE! MASTER!” Were her cries as they began to drag her out of the Manor. I swallowed hard, my body beginning to tremble as I heard the pain and panic in her voice. But Master didn’t even move as they dragged her to the van, the Manor doors shutting on her pleas.
There was an eerie silence in which I held back my sob. Master stared at the door for a while, and then spoke; knowing most of his slaves were listening, “take this as a lesson my slaves. Cross me, and I will not hesitate to cast you into another’s arms.”
I shook my head, putting my hand to my mouth to stop from making a noise.
“Now go!”
We all left without a second word, but we all heard the tension in his voice. Though he liked some of us more than others his slaves were his property, something for him to protect. Why would he give one of us away? He’d never done that as a punishment before.
Helen and I went back to our room, and when the door shut my eyes closed with it...
“Just pray he doesn’t find out.”
I tensed as Helen said those words and my eyes opened a crack, “things aren’t as simple as they seem...” I said shakily. There was a silence and I whispered in fear, “he’s never cast a slave out before...”
“He’s never had to deal with something like this before. Marcus is putting a lot of pressure on and he has to make sure every single one of his slaves is obedient. Fiona’s emotions were getting in the way of her obedience, so he had to get rid of her,” Helen said it calmly but I heard the panicked edge to her voice.
I turned and looked at her, “Helen...I’m frightened.”
She nodded tightly, and I saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes, “so am I...” A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it quickly away, “I don’t want to go to a sex house...oh god...” She sat down on her bed, head in her hands.
I hurried over to her, kneeling down on the mattress, hugging her, “you won’t. He really cares for you.”
“More than his status?” she laughed bitterly. She hugged my arms and shook her head, “I couldn’t do it...sleeping with all those men...” She shut her eyes, “a different one every day, no Master to protect you. Think of all the things they could do to you...”
I kissed her affectionately, “Master won’t get rid of you.”
“I hope not Naomi...I really hope not.”