Mistress' POV
"Have you picked her up yet, slave?"
"No, my Mistress, we are still waiting for The Master's approval."
"Who do you listen to? You listen to your Mistress not The Master, only I deal with him, understood? Now bring me Elarinya White!"
Elarin's POV
Wrapping a purple, and fluffy towel around me, I left the blue bathroom with it's powder blue mat, and dolphin shower curtain, and blue curtains for the windows. Stepping out into the hard wood floor my mouth dropped open, a male figure stood in the end of the hallway, dressed in all black from head to toe, I saw a slight smile come across his lips.
"Elarinya White?"
"It's Elarin, and yes. Why are you here, and who are you?"
"I'm what everyone used to know me as Damon, and I have a woman who would like to met you, and I have a feeling she will like her little present." My bottom lip quivered, and I pushed back my orange red hair.
"What little present?"
"Why my dear you don't know? My Mistress wants you."
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I was now blindfolded, half dressed in just underwear, and a sundress. Sitting in the back of a van, my life flashed by my eyes, it didn't take long, you would think twenty-three years would take longer than a minute, but not for Elarinya White, the person who has done the lest interesting stuff ever. This though has made my number one on my most exciting list though that's for sure.
The van suddenly stopped, and someone shut off the engine, I tensed up, and the back door opened.
"Come on now Elarin, get out of this dirty van, and met our Mistress, she is so very eager to met you finally." I reached my hand out to grab onto something, but I felt Damon's arm, I sighed, and grabbed onto it, he wrapped one hand around my waist, and practically threw me out of the van.
"Hey! Be careful with her, she is the Mistress' now." I heard a voice yell from far off, Damon grumbled something under his breath, and ripped the blindfold off. I blinked, and stared at the mansion, it was red with white shutters, and a garden with beautiful, and well tended flowers.
"Come on Red, lets not let Mistress wait, now shall we?" He shoved me forward, and I walked towards the tall marble steps, stepping up each one slowly, Damon pushed the door, and called out. "I'm back, and I have her."
The was a sound of buzzing noise, it was all the people in the main hall talking at once, then everyone became silent, and Damon jerked my head towards the tall stair case that went up, and spilt of into two different directions. A woman with dressed in a tie dyed skirt, a billowy white shirt, and a scarf wrapped around her head. The end of it trailed down the back of her head, and laid on her bright golden honey hair. Eyes that saw too much, and knew all stared back at everyone in the room, including me. Well, more like especially me.
Her eyes were sapphire gems, staring into, and knowing everything, like x-ray vision. She smiled at the room, and finally opened her
mouth.
"My little slaves have come through for me, no? Let me met her, come Damon, show me this present." She said in a deep French accent, somehow it worked perfectly for her, but I had a feeling that the accent was just used to be impressive, that she could, and probably would talk in an American accent. Damon grabbed my arm tightly, and started to pull me. "Ah! Damon, do not damage my present. She is mine, and I do suggest unless you like punishment that you hand her to me unharmed. Is that understood, slave?"
Damon bent his head down, and loosened his hold on my arm.
"Yes, my Mistress, I understand."
"Remember slave, I'm not just your Mistress, I'm everyone's Mistress, there is no hogging, or jealous, or even possessive here, at lest only if involving with me. Everyone else is free game to be any of those's to, if they do not object."
Damon nodded again, being reprieved once more didn't seem to work well with his cocky attitude. Everyone else diminished, and once more it was silent with just me, Damon, and the woman who everyone calls Mistress. We walked up the stairs quickly, and turned to the stairs on the right, we headed up them, and down the hallway with a long red hallway rug, we stopped at the end of the hall to see double doors.
"Mistress, why are we taking her to your room? Shouldn't she be taken to the newbie area to be trained just for you?" The Mistress' hand flew out from beside her body, and slapped Damon across the cheek.
