You're my slave

Chapter 3

It's barely 9am and I'm dead tired. The day just started and I'm in desperate need of more sleep. Or well actually the day just stated for my master, who is now downstairs while I'm here cleaning her bedroom. She just woke up about an hour ago. I've already been up for the last 4 hours. Not that I was surprised when one of the other slaves came to wake me up this morning at 5am. Telling me to pay attention today that I've got to get used to my new routine.

My first set of chores was to fix my own bed and to get my appearance to my master and her family standards. No slave they owned would look raggedy. I was given an hour to get ready. To make sure my hair and makeup along with my clothes were perfect. Then I was to assist with meal prep for my master's breakfast, yes just prep because how dare I make her food and it get cold because she wasn't scheduled to wake at 7am. I was allowed to feed her dog, during the 20 min assignment. Then they gave me an hour to tend to my master's dog Pepe. Which, to be honest was turning out to be the best part of my day. I was allowed to roam around the property unattended as I walked the dog.

Pepe and I walked through the DiLaurentis estate my favorite being the beautiful garden they have. We then walked through the woods, past the sunflowers when I found the most peaceful and serene lake.

I took a 15 minute break by it and just looked around. Trying to still wrap my head around everything that is going on. Up until then that was my favorite part of the day. That is until I got lost in my thoughts and I messed up. I wasn't paying attention and Pepe ran into the lake. It happened so fast and even after I was able to get him out it was too late. We had to walk back to the house and he was bound to get muddy. I even contemplated carrying him but it was just too far of a walk and then I'd get dirty. From what I could tell by the other slaves. We must keep our appearance good at all time. That just wasn't an option.

Exactly as I feared as soon as we made our way back to the house the dog was filthy. He ran straight into the house as one of the other slaves opened the back door, unknowingly. I was horrified. I didn't know what type of punishment I would receive for messing up. On my first day no less.

To my relief it wasn't as bad as I thought. Only because the main slave or well... We'll call her the Head Maid from this point forward. Didn't want to yell because all our masters were still asleep and she was in a hurry with her own chores. She ordered me to immediately clean Pepe up and clean up the mess he made before ANY of the DiLaurentis woke up. Or else I'd have to deal with them... and in that case she couldn't help me. Which I understood would be serious and had no desired to be punished by either one of them.

Thank God Pepe was more cooperative with me in his bath. I was able to get it done quickly, before moving to mop up the floors and starting the laundry which was what I was supposed to be doing after our walk. Before I knew it, it was 7:15am. Time to have my master's breakfast ready for her. To take to her bedroom before I had to wake her up at 7:45 am sharp. Alison... I mean master was easy to prepare for compared to her family. She preferred to eat a bowl of fruit with her oatmeal and one slice of toast. No wonder how she kept her figure.

I'm shaken from my thoughts with screaming. I've been cleaning master's bedroom and bath for the last 30 minutes after she went downstairs to speak with her family. To be honest at this point I'm prolonging it. I don't want to walk into them fighting. What if one of them takes it out on me?

I look around again making sure everything in her room looks perfect. When all of sudden the door gets thrown open and Alison is standing there with tears rolling down her face. She stops at the doorway when she sees and looks at me almost like she forgot I was here. Then her face turns hard and for a second I'm afraid she's going to yell at me but then she confuses me and walks into the room and throws her body on her perfectly made bed with a loud sigh. Which has me looking at her in disappointment. Its not like I didn't just spend the last 10 mins trying to have that bed looking perfect.