Slave Manor - Chapter Seven

Master let me go after lunch. He’d had me five times and by the last time I had no tears left. Helen came to help me walk back to our room, my stomach feeling like a knife was being shoved inside of it. She sat me down next to the bath as she began to run one for me, “I’m so sorry sweetie.”
I just stared at the tiled floor, my thighs covered in dried blood and my Master’s juices. I felt like an empty shell...an all too familiar feeling. “I’ve got to be in school tomorrow,” I murmured.
Helen frowned at me, “no you don’t. Not like this.”
“I’ve got to go,” I repeated. “I’ve got to get away from here...”
Sympathy went through her eyes and she leant down, helping me up and into the bath. I screamed as the hot water met my entrance, tears of pain suddenly in my eyes but I didn’t pull out.
“That’s it...” Helen whispered as I eventually settled in the bath, the water already turning a dull red colour. “I’ll get you a hot chocolate...OK?”
I nodded, “thank you Helen...”
She just smiled and left me soaking in the bath.
A few minutes later someone walked into my room and I looked up from the bath to see Fiona there. Her golden hair and brown eyes made her beautiful, her curvy figure in contrast to my own. She was stunning, like all of Master’s slaves...and being nineteen she was the second youngest in the Manor.
And I didn’t like her one bit.
“There you are...” she smiled slowly, walking over, into the bathroom. “I see Master was thorough with you today.” An edge of jealousy showed in her voice and I sneered.
“What do you want?” I really wasn’t in the mood for this.
“You do it on purpose...the whole acting dumb thing,” she said with conviction. “And you need to stop.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You act like you hate him but I see you crave his touch! But so do I! I need him too! You’ve got to stop hogging him all for yourself.”
“You’re delusional Fiona, I hate him and this place,” I replied coldly. “Take him if you want.”
“You’re so selfish!”
“Back off Fiona,” Helen’s voice came from the bedroom and she tensed. “Naomi needs her rest.”
“What? She basking in the afterglow?”
“Get out,” Helen said coldly. “Before I scold your face with this hot chocolate.”
“What would Master say if you did that?”
“Well as I tripped he wouldn’t punish me I’m sure...especially as I have a witness.”
Fiona looked back at me and I gave her a cold smile.
She sneered and stormed out. I watched her go, and then my smile went and instead was replaced by a frown, “thank you Helen...”
“Anytime,” she smiled and handed me my hot chocolate.
I sipped it, shutting my eyes as I relished the feeling, “I don’t understand her...do you?” There was no reply and I frowned, opening my eyes to see Helen watching me carefully, “do you?” I repeated worriedly.
“The Master’s favourite is you Naomi...and I won’t lie and say I don’t get jealous...”
I blinked, “but...he tortures me Helen...surely you don’t want this.”
“Any form of attention from him I crave...” she whispered and looked away. “If you went without it you’d understand.”
I shook my head, “no...I could never understand that...”
“That’s because you’ve never had to experience it,” she said almost coldly and stood up, “I’ll leave you alone.”
“Helen!”
She shut the door behind her and I watched it, my heart beginning to pound hard.
No...not Helen too...was I the only one not under my Master’s spell? I looked down into the bath, would I miss the pain he inflicted on me? I wanted to say no, but stopped myself...a twisted part of me would...
Gritting my teeth, I threw the hot chocolate across the bathroom, the mug shattering against the wall, staining it brown. I cried, sobbing as the door flew open, “Naomi?!” Helen relaxed as she saw what it was and came over, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.
“I’ll never escape this place...even if I got out I’d want him! What the fuck is wrong with me?!” I screamed.
She rubbed her hand up and down my arm, “you’re his slave...” she said as though it explained everything, and it did. I was a slave to his touch...to his cruelty...to his very being. And though I hated it...there was no escaping it.