Slave of a Lovely Death *On Hold*

Dark is the Night

Enzo’s P.O.V:

I dragged my feet back towards the Slave Quarter, keeping my sight down on the floor all the way, refusing to look at the people that passed me. Though I didn’t see them, I heard their whisper as they passed me, catching words and phrases like ‘her new favorite’, ‘manipulation’ and ‘poor him’. I was sure that if I had looked up, I would have seen stares as well. And they would have seen my bright red face.

I reached back to the Slave Quarter, padding slowly over to my bed. Once I reached it, I flung myself down, landing with a hard thud and the air got knocked out of my lungs. I grimaced at the pain, but kept myself down.

With my head down in my hard pillow, my mind started to wander, dragging itself through the embarrassing scene that just had happened in Miss Donatello’s washroom. When she had said that I had to obey her every order, no matter how odd they might seem to me, I hadn’t imagined her to give me the orders that she’d given me. Throughout the whole time I had been in there, I was pretty sure that my cheeks had been flushed red. And even how hard I tried not to come in touch with her while I laced her out of her dress, it had been impossible. My hands had shook so hard that I from time to time had brushed my fingertips against her creamy white skin. My cheeks had flushed even more when she shuddered underneath my fingertips, and I had muttered an almost silent ‘sorry’ for every time. And it only got worse. When she climbed into the bathtub, obviously showing off her slim body to me, I wanted to look away, I really did. But the way she kept her gaze on me, commanding me to watch her, I couldn’t help but stare at her.

She had a beautiful body, and she obviously knew it. A slim, pale body that any aristocrat would literally kill for, gracefully strong limbs and a creamy smooth skin. Her full lips where pulled up in a smirk as she gazed at me seductively. I cringed at the memory, knowing that all of this probably was just a game for her. A game to get me embarrassed.

Furthermore, the way she’d acted after I, as in my usual clumsiness, lost her soap onto the floor and dived after it, trying to save it. She had looked truly pissed at me. And she had kept that look on her face as she ordered me to find Lucio again so he could dress her. I had headed right for the door to get him, finding it a pleasure to do so to get away from her.

As the memory raked through my body, blood rushed to my already bright red cheeks, flushing them even more. I let out a frustrated sight, and dug my head deeper down in the pillow.

I stay down on my bed, trying to make my body relax after a long day. Though it takes some time, my body finally start to relax, as well as my mind, and I find myself drifting off into a dreamless state.

***

I woke up as a sharp pain seared through the back of my head.

“Miss Donatello has requested you to come to her chamber immediately.” The heavily accented voice that I knew to belong to Miss Donatello’s butler, Lucio, reached through to me. I got up on my feet, clutching my head and let out a small groan.

“And you better not act like that when you meet the Lady.”

I nodded at him and started to walk out of the Quarter and through the halls that led to her chamber. I could hear Lucio’s steps behind me all the way until I stood outside her door. I brought my hand up in front of me and knocked lightly on the wooden door.

The door opened with a creek, revealing a maid in a simple plain maid dress. The maid’s face was strict, old and crocked. I had found out that she had the most influence, besides Lucio, of all the slaves here. She had been here all of her life, and even though she was old as a toad, she refused to retire, though she had gotten the offer from Mr. Donatello himself. She gestured for me to enter, and I could feel Lucio follow straight behind me as I entered Miss Donatello’s chamber.