The Queen and the Slave

Chp 8- Abuser

Taylor Kitsch (Lydia's new found mattress friend)

Lydia's POV

Abuser.

"Wake up you ugly, smelling fools!!"

My eyes snapped open and I turned to look at Taylor who was rubbing her eyes before she immediately woke up and I followed her lead.

Every slave stood up in a straight line with their eyes cast on the floor as Stephanie's heels clicked on the floor.

"Well...you can eat now." She said but no one said a thing or moved and I dared raise my head a bit to look at her only to find that she was looking at me regardless of the distance, I snapped my eyes on the floor thinking briefly why she would look at me.

"But before you eat...a little spring cleaning won't hurt. I don't want to see a spot of blemish on the glass or any kind of spot....oh and after you done. Lydia come and give me a foot massage, I think you know yourself." She said before leaving and everyone looked around curiously, they even asked each other who was Lydia.

"She say your name." Tyler whispered and I turned to look at her.

"Don't tell anyone." I said and she nodded "so let's go clean. Honestly I could use it."

Tyler groaned which made me raise a brow.

"Clean take all day." She said.

"I don't think so...''

"Does so. The house too big and garden filled with lame flowers." She said making me chuckle and roll my eyes.

"Let me be the judge."

I actually regretted saying that because God the house was huge and wide. Each picture had to be dusted and I was told we were not supposed to be seen by Isaiah's kids which was difficult because Kieran and David hovered the place like nobody's business.

We cleaned until it became dark and just when I thought I was going to take a break...there was lunch including dinner to prepare and we ate the leftovers before washing the pots. Stephanie was truly an abuser that lived a rich life, being a slave was definitely not easy.

"Wow... I stand corrected." I said to Taylor as we returned to the mattresses and she giggled "tell me something in Chinese."

"Huítóu Jiàn." She said...it sounded sweet and soft as it rolled off her tongue.

"What does it mean?"

"See you later." She translated and I cocked my head curiously on why she would choose to say that.

"You got foot massage session." She said with a smirk and I chuckled already intrigued by her boldness.

"Ok...ok..um yeah." I said and stood up but my body ached to the bone. At least I didn't drink and drown in my sorrow. Instead I did something to take my mind off Pearl.

My phone rang just as I was out of the basement.

"Yo... Michael, what's up?"

"Just checking on you. Shockingly you didn't drink or come today."

"I think it's time to move on... although I will still like her. Anyway whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing really...just wondering who you work with?"

"Tell you when I meet you..yeah?"

"Sure."

I dropped the call before walking to Stephanie's room and knocking.

"Yes?!"

"My Queen--"

"Come in."

I entered before resisting a grimace. Gosh this room was soo girly, her walk in closet was pink and larger than Pearl's with clothes on the floor. Her bed huge and neat but it was just white or pink.

I looked at her and my mouth went dry. She was wearing only her underwear collection and she was picking up an outfit so her ass was on full display. I immediately cast my eyes down.

Kieran would kill me if he found out that I was eye raping his sister.

"Come." She said and I followed while trying not to look at her as she led the way to her bathroom which was as large as Pearl. I didn't say anything as she filled the bathtub with water before I saw her panties on the floor.

Christ.

Was she giving a sign or she was actually bathing?

"You can start." She said but touched at her shoulders. So I walked there before placing my hands on her soft cream skin.

I moved my hands slowly watching as she threw her head back and I fought for control while she moaned and groaned.

"Why did you cut your hair?" She suddenly asked and I blinked in shock.

"Too long my Queen." I said and she kept quiet until she felt satisfied with the massage and gosh my hands were tired.

"Thank you... you can go. But you'll have to give me a massage every day." Stephanie said and I left the room in a daze. An abuser that had a good body.

I rolled my eyes before forcing my aching body down the basement. Stephanie was a fucking abuser but she was ok... physically.

I wouldn't mind sleeping with her though.