Lucile Amberly Frederica's Room

By the time they left the covenant meeting and she was brought to the next place, Primrose was weary and tired. Her body felt heavy and she had a slight limp in her steps as her ankle has started to get swollen from an injury she had gotten earlier that day. It made it hard to keep up with the fast strut of Lucile, but she tried her hardest anyway.

While they were traversing the long hall, her mind started to recall the happenings of this day. She had only come to Erstonia a few days before. She had hidden in the load space of one of the ships that were in the docks, never guessing that the ship would take her to a place full of bandits and thiefs. Even those days had been hard, but she had managed to come by. Until Chataya had suddenly appaered in the streets, followed by strong big monsters and mythical beasts that had listened to her very demand. Everyone had started to run, and so had Primrose. But spraining her ankle had resulting in her tripping. She hated herself for her clumsiness. It had not taken long before her hellhound and gotten a hold of her scent and had chased her down. He had dragged her back to his master by her arms. She had fought against it, but all it had gained her was slight burns on her skin and the teeth of the beast sinking deeper into her skin. Even when the hellhound had let her go she had fought her hardest to try and get out of the grip of one of the big men that had been holding her and put a shackle around her wrist. When she didn't listen when they told her to calm down, she had been given some kind of shot and she had found herself losing consiouness.

She remembered nothing from getting to her cell. She just knows that when she woke up next she was laying on the cold stone floor, her arms chained to the wall. She had still been very drowsy when the next person came into the cell. Just to strip her of anything she had on her person and leaving her naked on the floor. Her mind still too much in shambles to even consider fighting it. There she had been for what felt like hours, shivering from the cold floor against her naked skin and not being able to stand up as her chains to short.

Only when they had taken her out of the cell and paraded her off to the covenent meeting she had been dressed in simple brown cloth. Nobody had said a word to her, just dragged her there.

And now she was here. By the time she was done recollecting her thoughts they had entered the room of Lucile, her new owner. She hated that word.. she didn't want to be owned. At least, for now, it seemed that she got the master that would not flay her, or kill her just to bring her back to life. That didn't make her any more happy though.

The room was warm and comfortable and she didn't see any places where she could be shackled to the wall. The other two slaves laid themselves down on comfortable pillow and beds, something she would have loved to do but she was still stuck to the chain Lucile held. She wanted to cry, but no crying would come. She was too numb after everything that happened today, too tired.

When Lucile asked her a question, she had been too distracted to hear exactly what she had asked her. Only the words 'Good girl' stuck in her mind. She would look up into Lucile's eyes, her own eyes heavy with black rings from her exhaustion and would nod. It was all she could do as her troat felt like it would explode if she tried to say anything, her body too tense for its own good.

She would wince slightly when the chains were removed from her left wrist as it revealed one of the puncture wounds from the teeth of the hellhound that had dragged her over the ground. Even when they walked slowly to the bathroom she would look over her shoulder at the chains on the ground, somehow finding it hard to believe she had been released from them. Her limp was still there, but this time Lucile seemed to be alright with bringing her there slowly.

She could feel the humidity of the steam that came from the hot water on her face as soon as they entered. She would stare at the water in the tub as if it was the strangest thing to her. She was still very much wary of the kindness she had been shown and very unsure how to respond to any of it. If the servant would move up to her to remove her clothes she would quickly protect herself with her arms and take a step back, remembering when the slaves of Chataya had roughly undressed her.

Her eyes would drift from Lucile to the servant and back in quick succession while she tried to calm her down. With shaking arms she would remove them from her body and lay them down by her side as the servant moved in to undress her. She felt so vulnerable and the shakes wouldn't stop. As soon as the servant had taken her clothes off she would move to cover her nakedness with her hands.

She had a pretty body, she was slim with wide hips for her posture and small firm breasts on her chest. Her arms and legs were slender but long and even her fingers could have been those of a piano player. The only thing that stood out was that she might be just too skinny, showing she might have led a life of poverty. Her hip bones were sticking out around her belly and her collarbone was very visible.

She would wait for Lucile to tell her to get in the bath, even if she wanted to have the cover of the water as soon as she could.

Prim felt glad when Lucile left the bathroom. She had noticed the stares of the woman and had felt very violated and nervous as a result. Only when she dunked herself under the water was she able to relax and her shivers would dissapear.

The scrubbing felt nice and the servant was gentle with her burns and injuries. The warmth was starting to seep into her skin and because of it in her soul. Her wearyness dissapeared even if it was just for a little and she soon felt like she never wanted to leave the water again.

When her skin had been scrubbed clean and she her hair had been washed she was ushered out of the bath again by the servant. She struggled to get up out of the tub and the servant would start to dry her off.

Prim tried to struggle against the servant when she tried to rush her back to bedroom without anything on her body, but found herself still to weak to so anything against her. The servant was surprisingly strong.

When the door closed behind her she looked around for Lucile, somehow the thought or her being there felt comforting though Prim wasn't sure why she felt that way. But all her eyes found was one the doglike slaves staring her down. Once again she would cover her nakedness with her hands. She backed away against the wall unsure of how much humanity would be left in the slaves and what they would do now that Lucile wasn't around to control them.

All she could do was run for the bed and grab one of the blankets of it. She wrapped it around herself before she turned back to look at the slave, keeping her eyes on him so she could respond to what he would do.

Prim would feel her body release tension when Bruno was taken out od the bathroom. The other slave was still in the room but as she looked at him, he showed her no interest.

She would put the blanket close around her, bathing in the softness of the fabric. There she would stay for a small while before she started to look around the room. She would stand up from the bed, still holding the blanket to cover her nakedness and would start to walk around. She still limped on her leg, but the warmth of the bath had eased the pain.

She ran her hands curiously past the luxurious furniture in the room and eventually came upon a mirror. There she would stop and she would stare at herself. Her hair was towel dried and seemed to have a life on its own. It probably resembled fire more then it did when Lucile had met her. She softly combed it out with her fingers until it looked somehow decent. She would touch her lip that had busted earlier today and touch the black rings under her eyes. It had been a while since she had been able to look at herself, even back home a mirror had been to much to afford. It was a strange image to herself. She would even go as far as to open the blankets and stare at her own body. A womans body, fully grown. She had never been able to look at it from a distance before. Her hips were wide, giving her a slight pear shaped body. Her breast looked bigger then she could remember. The burns on her arms were still raw and red. Somehow the image in front of her intriged her. Almost as if she wasn't looked at herself at all.

She jumped when the door opened behind her and turned around fast. Though Lucile managed a peak, she quickly covered herself again with the blanket.

Only then she realized that she probably was never supposed to have taken the blanket and nervousness took a hold of her. It soon became appearant that Lucile didn't seem to care and she would slowly walk towards the woman at the bed.

Her hands would feel the fabric of the dress that was laid out. It was more beautiful then anything she had ever seen in her life. The fabric was soft and seemed to flow like silk between her fingers.

"Thank you." Was all she could manage to say to Lucile for the gesture of the dress. But now came the part where her nervousness returned once more. To get in the dress she would need to let go of the blanket that she held covering her. She would hesitate for a second before she let it drop from her shoulders, once again standing naked in front of Lucile. She would grab the fabric quickly but soon realized it was harder to put on then she thought.

The gesture of the hand in her neck was both comforting and strange at the same time. She would look up at Lucile, her fears still clear in her eyes.

When she mentioned the duty and the blood she immediatly moved away from her. The hand slipping off her neck. "B-blood?" It was a stupid question. Lucile was a vampire and even if in her sheltered life she had learned what vampires did. She knew she ought to obey, but the thought frightened her.

Multiple times Prim would look from Lucile to the place on the bes that she was meant to lay down. Thoughts crowded her mind and fear almost took enough of an hold on her to make her run. But she didn't.

She won't kill me, she would tell herself. Even for her my price must have been steep. She won't kill me.

She gathered all of her courage and lay down on the bed akwardly. She no longer had the blanket to cover her and laying down like this she felt more exposed then ever. She found her eyes searching for the dog slafe, making sure he wasn't going to jump on her. She was sure she wouldn't be able to push him of her if he did.