The Light Manes Abused Luna

Part 1

I was seven when I was taken. I think I was taken. I can't remember much about it. I remember the sound of trees swaying in the wind and cicadas singing a tune. There were wildflowers surrounding us. My Mother, Father, Brother, and I. 

Brother, although I can't remember his name, had been placed in a wheelchair before we left the house. It had been that way for three months. Mother wouldn't tell me why. There were papers with large amounts of money written on them. 

I only saw them when I snuck a cookie late at night. I heard Mother and Father talking, they were trying to be quiet. 

"He's too important," Mother spoke softly, "He needs to be able to walk before the change or he'll lose his position."

"I understand that my love, but we have no way to make up the money," My father responded. 

"You know very well that isn't true." She spoke again.

I didn't know what they were talking about, I wish I had paid more attention, but I was back creeping up the stairs when father said. 

"I know, we'll call him tonight."

It was in that field that I watched a man walk out of the forest. I didn't know him at the time, but I would get to know him. He approached us, and my parents' faces looked sad.

 "Mommy, Daddy?" I asked, "What's wrong?"

My Mother hiccupped and turned away.

"You remember the terms of our agreement, I presume?" the man spoke.

"Yes. You remember my condition, I presume?" my father responded. 

"I do indeed." The man responded before setting a big black bag down in front of them.

Father picked it up, unzipped it, and inside there were stacks of green paper. Money.

"She listens well?" the man asked. 

"Yes, she does." Father responded, "Lylie, greet our friend here." 

I smiled my politest smile, bowed my head, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir!"

My parents always said to treat adults with the utmost respect. Manners are highly important to them.

"That's perfect! Such a fast learner!" My mother started weeping, I didn't understand. 

"Take my hand pet." The man said. 

And I placed my small hand in his. He pulled me back the way he came. 

"Mommy?" I asked, she looked away from me and knelt next to my older brother. "Daddy?!" I yelled. 

"No, no," The man spoke, "You only talk when instructed to. That's the first rule."

I nodded and looked down as he lead me away from my family. 

I woke with a jolt. My room smelled of blood and bleach. A result of punishment. I hadn't meant to break the rules, the man was testing me to see if I'd make eye contact. He told me to and when I did, Sir came in and punished me. I only answer his commands. At this point, I had become numb to the pain. He likes to use cruel punishment. I was his favorite.

"Hello, my Girl" Sir said as he approached my towel on the floor. 

I am so grateful Sir has allowed me such an amazing bed. He treats me so kindly.

He places his hand on my face, "You know I hate to punish you, Darling, but you disobeyed."

"I understand Sir, the punishment was deserved," I responded.

I relished the feeling of warmth his touch delivered. I was so incredibly lacking in love that I would take it from anyone, Sir was my favorite.

"Good girl. You know your place, such a smart pet." He said

I smiled, "Thank you, Sir."

He nodded. "Now, you must get to your chores, We have guests coming. I want the formal dining room spotless, a three course meal prepared, and three place settings set. As formal as possible. If you're good you can have an extra slice of bread. Do not disappoint me pet."

"Right away Sir" I respond. I drop to my knees and bow, before standing and grabbing my uniform. I never understood it, It was a black dress with an apron and puffy sleeves but it was open in the back around the skirt. Sir said that I was never to clean the floors standing, only on my hands and knees with a sponge. He said that I would have very different jobs if the conditions of the contract said otherwise, though he said he couldn't tell me what they would be. 

I change and follow him up to the formal dining room. The room glistens in silver accents against dark wood walls. The crystal chandlers dangle from the ceiling in a beautiful shimmer. I look around, nod to Sir, and he exits.

I first start with the hand-held vacuum, because I have to clean without standing. Going across the entire red carpet on my hands and knees. It takes an hour and when I'm done I make my way to the kitchen.

I wash my hands twice and cut chicken breasts into chunks and place them in a marinade. I dice a head of lettuce, boil eggs, cut some tomatoes and onions, and grate cheese. I combine it all in a large wooden bowl and leave it in the fridge.

I then wash my hands again and return to the dining room, I continue cleaning. I sweep the floor and scrub it down with a sponge. I climb ladder after ladder scrubbing the silver accents of the walls and dust down the chandeliers. By the time I'm done the chicken is done marinating. 

I simmer it in a pan and add a quick pasta sauce, and start some noodles in a pot of boiling water. While that cooks I throw a batch of garlic bread into the oven and get plates together. I go with the fine china with silver accents and dark wooden bowls. I grab three wine glasses and pray this is good enough. It's a quick chicken parmesan with salad, garlic bread, and red wine. I knew I wouldn't have time for something super over the top. I put the dishes in the warmer and start on three small chocolate soufflés.

After 30 minutes the soufflés are done and they are dusted with light powdered sugar. 

I take the metal cart and place the first course, the salads, perfectly plated in the wooden bowls. 

I wheel it out at precisely 6:30, we serve dinner at that time every night. 

"-you really must see her she's...Ah! Here's my Lovely girl now." Sir says. He sits at the table with two other men. One wears a dark blue suit, it makes his bright green eyes stand out. The other wears a crisp red suit, It shoes the yellow in his eyes and complements the blond in his hair.

I gently place the bowls in front of each man before bowing.

"Greet our guests, Doll" Sir says. 

"Good Evening, Gentlemen, It's a pleasure to serve you tonight," I say, giving a polite smile.

"Good girl. But, Sweetheart, would you mind coming here?" Sir says.

I swiftly make my way over to his side. 

"What is this" He says, Anger is radiating off him.