Slave

Master Isn't Pleased.

Victoria's P.O.V.

He smiles, and looks down on me.

"Ah, Vic... sweet, sweet Vic!" Master murmers, then laughs. "So, little birdies tell me that my son, Anthony, and you have... what's the word, you have a history together."

"uh, master?" I try to interrupt.

"Oh, you're right!" He giggles, "It can't be a history, if it's going on right now!"

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Hehe, yeah..." He sighs.

"You should get some sleep..." I mutter.

He laughs, as I put my arm under his, and help him to his bed.

He grabs my arm as I'm about to leave, and pulls me over.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He has me laying next to him.

"Oh, nothing..." He cups my cheek, and looks deep into my eyes, but I look away, disgusted.

"Oh, Vic... you know you like it..." He coos.

I try to get away, but he grabs my arm, and holds my wrist tightly. Every time I try and get away, he only grips tighter. He drags me closer to him, and loosens his grip, but still holds on to my wrist.

*Knock, Knock, knock*

Master groans, "COME IN!"

The door swings open, and my knight in shining armour, Anthony, walks in.

He stops for a moment, looking confused.

"Uhhh, I need Victoria for a minute..." Anthony says awkwardly.

Master looks coldly into the eyes of his handsome son

"Okay, I need to tend to Anthony's needs..." I mutter, jumping up quickly.

Anthony and I step out the door.

"What was THAT?!" Anthony whisper yells.

"I don't know... He was acting all weird..." Then I begin to tell him what happened, from the moment I walked in masters room.

After I finish Anthony sits in silence.

"So...?" I ask.

"I don't even know anymore... he's doing it again..." Anthony mutters.

Anthony's P.O.V.

*flash back*

I step into fathers room, and a gush of cold air hits my face. I can smell a strong whiff of perfume, and I can hear my father murmuring something.

"Uh, father?" I ask.

I hear some whispers, and my father sits up.

"What is it son?" He tries to act cool and collected, but I see right through him.

"Uh, you called..." I say suspiciously.

"come on! hurry up!" a female voice says after a few seconds of father and I talking.

She sits up. She is a small women, who has a small, rigid figure. She has sky blue eyes, and curly brown hair that goes past her ribs. She is wearing a small black dress, with a white apron. Her make up is smeared, and her hair is a mess.

I look at father, with my innocent 7 year old eyes.

"Later son, I'm busy!" Father replies.

I leave the room in a hurry, wondering what father was doing with Victoria's mom, Andrea.

A/N: I have been put in the ultra worst mood ever... I wanna cry... You know what, just forget it...

(this is silly) I really want to be a model... but I have some, er... issues; 1) I don't think I'm pretty enough (Meaning; I don't fit society's standards...)

2) some people have said that I'm ugly... and I'm not sure if they are JOKING because they are my FRIENDS, or if they are SERIOUS because they secretly don't like me... :'(