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Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone. Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone...
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This evening I so desire to leave a good impression. I was very curious and a little nervous to finally be meeting Master's big brother. He often spoke of him, and it appeared they were very close, even if he was much older than my Master.
It felt most strange to greet my Master at the door fully dressed and standing. The unforgiving steel beneath my clothing, about my neck and wrists made me never forget what I really was to him. Master caught my eye with his own intense ones, and I could see the small knowing hint of a smile forming, as he saw my discomfort and took his delight in it.
His brother was every bit as handsome as Master, aged in his late thirties, with gray eyes the color of an encroaching storm, and the same full head of long hair. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and a few tattoos, unlike Master's skin which is clean, but other than that he was Master in every way, yet older. Unmistakably brothers for all the world to see.
I smiled and greeted him nervously with my stumbling words. I have always been painfully shy and much prefer to just stand back and not be noticed in any social encounter. He seemed pleasant enough, his English nowhere near as accomplished as my Master's was, and his accent heavy in his words. He was very hard to understand. Something about him bothered me. I cannot say what. However, I did realize they had both been drinking, not enough to be drunk, but enough to get them in a buoyant mood. Maybe that was all I was detecting?
Introductions over I served the meal. The two men obviously had much catching up to do, and they spoke animatedly in a mixture of English and Danish. I assume they only used English for what they wished me to be privy to.
I did not have much to contribute in the company of these two handsome and charismatic men. Being owned property and in company, I really was most unsure how I should behave. So I spent most of the dinner avoiding their eyes and shifting on my chair to minimize the pain in my behind, and was only too happy to retreat to the solace of the kitchen to do the dishes.
Lost in the patterns the soap suds made floating on the water in the sink I jumped with a start to hear Master calling me. I had hoped I had been quite forgotten. I hurried to the lounge room to see what he wanted, I should have known, more drinks. I hurried back to the kitchen to get his favorite, unflavored schnapps. I returned swiftly.
"Put those down Lidia."
He indicated the coffee table, and I set down the tray, the shot glasses clattering into one another, loud in the quiet room.
"Now Lidia, show my dear Brother what you really are to me?"
I balked at his words, assuring myself I had misheard him. I stood motionless and silent, my heart thumping in my chest. He could do this to me so swiftly and I hated myself for it.
"Take your clothes off slave." He ordered, in his usual hard-edged tone. I could all but taste the threat in it. The worst thing was his brother did not seem at all shocked, and I realized stupidly he must have been in on this the whole time. I quailed at his command.
