New Rules

New Home

A shiny crystal chandelier was hanging in the entrance of the house and another one further down the hall. I was too busy looking around to notice that each of the members of the Johnson family were looking at me. I made eye contact with Victoria and said, "Hello,".

"First rule for you is you are not to speak unless you are spoken to, and even then, try to speak as little as possible," was her reply. I should have figured that they weren't going to be the nice people that I wanted them to be. I nodded in reply to her remark. "My husband, Richard, will show you to your room," she told me.

I looked over to Richard and he turned around and began walking down the long entrance hallway. I followed him in return and once we reached the end of the hallway, we made a right and headed towards a door. The hallway contained many chandeliers and windows for lighting and a lot of paintings on the walls for decoration. I again was looking around and didn't notice that we got to the door that Richard was unlocking. There were stairs on the other side of the door that we walked down on which led us to a plain, small room that only had one window. If anyone saw this room, he or she wouldn't be able to guess that it was in a house like this. A full bed was placed in the center of the room with a door on the right and another on the left.

Richard broke the silence in the room by saying, "In the door to the left is your private bathroom and the door on the right is your closet which was already filled with the attire that you will be wearing." Remembering what Victoria had told me earlier, I only nodded. "I'll leave you to change and when you are finished, go to the living room which is on the opposite side of the hallway that we used to get down here."

I debated for a moment if I should speak or just nod but I eventually went with telling him, "Okay." He nodded and turned away and existed the room, closing the door behind him. I stood there for a moment, in shock that this is how I am going to be living the rest of my life. Plain, tiring, and boring.

The realization of the Johnson's waiting for me upstairs hit and made me rush over to the closet to get clothes. When I open the door, I see all grey dresses. Most Owners give their Owned women dresses but while I was in the week long training camp for this, I heard that some were given pants. I never liked dresses since I could never get comfortable in them but I'm not living my life for comfort anymore so I guess that it doesn't matter anyways. Yet another part of my life gone, comfortable pants. I quickly take off the loose beige pants and long-sleeved shirt that I arrived in and throw on a dark grey dress. Fortunately, it fit me just right. However, it was unfortunate that the short sleeves made me find out how cold it really is in this room. Figuring that it's probably even colder during the night, I decide to keep the clothes that I arrived in for pajamas and folded them and hid them under my bed.

I run out of the room as quickly as I can and close the door behind me. The thought of running most likely being looked down upon by the Johnson's comes to mind and I try to just have a fast paced walk. My body stops itself before I walk into the living room to just prepare myself for whatever they're going to make me do. There are no laws of what Owners could have their Owned do. We're not really considered people anymore so it doesn't matter what is done to us. I could be worked to death, be responsible for the murder of someone, anything. Finally, I walk into the room to see all of the Johnson's seated on a very large, light grey, leather sofa. I already know that I'm not going to like what happens within these walls. Whatever it is, I could feel that it's going to cause my life to be miserable.