Slave To Savage

Chapter Two

So this... Is the commander. He's not at all what I expected. In my mind, I pictured a large man with a curly beard, food stuck in between the hairs, thick eyebrows and a receding hairline. The man in front of me, and I am ashamed of saying this, but he could make any girl's heart race, including mine... What are you even saying, Alphea!? This man is your master, and you know very well how amazingly we get along with their kind. Not to mention, he sounds like he has a foot stuck up his butt, that prick.

It seemed like an eternity had passed by, the two strangers staring into each other's souls. Alphea became painfully aware of this and averted her gaze back down to the floor. The man stood up straight and cleared his throat. "Thank you, you may leave now, I'll take care of it from here."
The guard bowed his head and left the room.

"You can get up now." The commander said as he unbuttoned his vest. "I'm not a big fan of formalities." He rolled up the sleeves of his loose-fitting undershirt. To Alphea he looked more like a pirate than a commander, his personality, from what she could tell so far, also resembled his pirate appearance. She hesitantly got up, not lifting her head, and stood exactly where she sat, as if there was an "X" on the floor and if she dared move from the mark, she would be executed.

The man turned around and faced her again, confused as to why she was standing there like a ghost, or rather, a puppy, awaiting its orders. I suppose that is exactly what she was. "Alright, this isn't going to work for me..." he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Alphea quickly spoke, and a lot louder than she intended to. "I am sorry, commander. If my service is unsatisfactory, please do tell me." her tone seemed a bit impatient and annoyed.

Her sudden words took the commander aback and left him quite speechless. His gaze observed the girl. White hair hung in front of her face, and from what he could see, she was skin and bone, not quite his tastes, the king knows that very well. A frown formed on his face, he knew how slaves worked, but something felt different with this odd woman in front of him. She seemed very young, but yet, far too experienced in being a slave. He wondered how long she's lived like this.

"What is it exactly? Your service? What do you do?" he asked curiously, stepping closer to the girl. His movements made her flinch again, just as it did earlier.

"I do whatever my master tells me to do, so commander, if there's anything you need or need done, please tell me." The man sighed, at a loss as to how to get through to the girl.
"Alright, my first order is that you stop being so tense." He was grabbing at straws.
She remained quiet for a moment, unsure of how to act or respond. He noticed this and took hold of her thin wrist, dragging her to the armchairs in front of the fireplace.

He put his hands on her shoulders and sat her down on one of the chairs, causing her to look up at him in confusion. He poured whiskey in two glasses and held out one to the girl.
"Here, drink up." he sat down in the chair facing her and took a sip of his drink. She cautiously did the same.

"What's your name?" he leaning back into the chair. She sat on the very edge of the seat, her hands in her lap, holding onto the glass. "Alphea..."
"Nice name. I'm Silas. How old are you?" The girl wondered why he was asking all of these unnecessary questions, nobody else has ever cared about things such as her age or her name. Although, he didn't quite seem all that interested, like he was asking to get to a point. This was a good thing, Alphea just wanted the man to get on with it so she could leave. "Seventeen..." Silas remained. She looked tired and worn out, hopelessness painted across her face.

"Alright..." he sighed. "You can return to your room. I trust you know where it is." The girl stared blankly at her hands for a moment, then gulped down the rest of her drink. "I don't."
"I suppose you wouldn't, you just arrived today, right?" he asked, taking the glass from her hands. She nodded.

"You can just sleep here for tonight, you can ask the guards tomorrow." The girl's gaze shot up to him, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I... That's not allowed, I could never." He bent over, placing his hands on the arms of the chair, his face inches away from hers. She flinched away.

"I say what is allowed or not." he got back up and made his way to the dresser, pulled out a white long-sleeved shirt and tossed it to her. "Put that on and sleep." he said before leaving the room. She sat there, speechless and flustered.

Who is this man? He's nothing like what I imagined, he's... kind? No, surely not. Has he never had a slave before? No master I've met acts like this one. And he even told me to sleep in his room!? This man... Is strange. Nonetheless, he is my master now, and what he says is final.

With her orders being clear, she slipped off the loose-fitting dress and threw on the shirt. It was hopelessly big and the sleeves were far too long. She didn't complain, it was surprisingly comfortable and quite breezy. He didn't give her any pants, which made her feel a little embarrassed. She wondered if she should ask him, but decided against it.

It didn't matter because the shirt more functioned as a dress for her. She slowly made her way to the bed, but paused in front of it. It felt illegal and wrong, she didn't know what to do. Then suddenly the door opened, making her jump.

"What are you doing? Get in." He started unbuckling his belt. The girl quickly turned around, her embarrassment bubbling up again. "I-I don't feel comfortable sleeping in master Silas' bed... Even though master gave me an order, I... I can't."

He didn't reply, she only heard ruffling and eventually the bed squeaking. "You can turn around now." She did as she was told and slowly turned around, peeking over her shoulder at the bed, where her master lied, his head propped up on the headboard.

"If you're going to act like that, then sleep on the floor, I'm too tired to deal with a slave girl's bullshit." The man didn't look in her direction. She hesitated, but eventually crept in and got under the covers. She lied on the very edge of the bed and as straight as a board.

He turned on his side and blew out the candle on the nightstand. The girl lied with her eyes wide open, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was too busy trying to figure out what had just occurred.

This master is... Absolutely crazy.

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