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black, the color of anything, the color of a new start, the night sky, soy sauce. Well, at this moment thats all I could see.
As I groaned, I felt an immense amount of pain, maybe being an adrenaline junky isn't a good thing, no not at all. Not to mention the cramps of my monthly sacrifices. So I slowly sat up, not daring to think twice. As I sat up, my eyes opened. Seeing a man in a fairly good amount of black. Causing me to quickly scream, instantly punching him in the gut, Silently wishing I'd found a way to go farther down.
"Madam, please," he groaned after I had punched him. "Miss, my master would gald to see you immediately. so we must hurry and dress you," he continued on a completely different subject.
"As you'll ever dress me you dumbass," I said.
"Miss I wouldn't be able to see you at all." He informed with a black cloth around his head, along with more than 60 things in his hands. I recognized the clothes as dresses from the 19th century.
"Excuse me, Do I look like a person to wear that, i- you-," I said completely dumbfounded
"Well miss you are a female, do you not like the color or the patterns," he questioned while examining it.
I responded clearly annoyed, "Just give me some pants and my shirt. I would be perfectly happy with them."
He looked me up and down before walking out ' i get the fact I'm 6'0 don't judge me you dumbass.' i thought. He came back with a pair of pants and a blouse. I rejoiced for not having to wear that dreaded corset on my period. He gave them to me and left for me to get dressed.
I left the room when I was finished dressing, he looked at me and mumbled a "follow me then." As we were walking I was mapping out the building, making sure to remember it.
He slowly knocked on the door. in a metronome sounding way. A slightly silent ' come in ' was heard from over the door. As he pushed the door open. the man- no the toddler on the other side of the door, in a chair with brown outlines, stared at me. I gave it my all not to laugh at this kid thinking he was better than me.
"Hello Miss..." he trailed off waiting for a name, clearly I wasn't listening as I was playing with the soft fabric of the chair.
"William, just William," I state as they stared at me wide-eyed at my name.
"Miss you have to be joking me," the toddler sighed, annoyed.
"Oh! So now my names fake! is it a to much of a manly name huh? you toddler," I said in hopefully evident sarcasm.
He looked at me, starting to get mad, And said, flabbergasted, "A woman shouldn't have a males name."
I looked up at him and stood up clearly not wanting to put up with this and wanting to go to my bed, which was uncomfortable and made out of memory foam. As I walked towards the mahogany door, a clothed hand stopped me, following with warm breath and voice dangerously low, speaking so threateningly
" Miss William as I said my lord would like to speak to you."
