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Ivory's pov.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked him angrily that he entered.

I don't want to see him right now.

"Stop acting like a child. I came in here so I could tell you to change into formal clothes." He said.

He just stood there.

"Erm, are you going to get out so I can change?" I asked him nicely this time.

"No, you're going to change right here." He said seriously.

"What? No! That's absurd!" I said yelling.

"It's totally normal darling. Now, hurry up before I lose my patience." He said demandingly.

If he thought I was going to change in front of him, he's inane.

"No." I told him, asserted.

"Fine, I'll do it for you." He said as he started grabbing me.

"Get your foul hands off of me!" I scolded.

He ignored me, and started to undress me.

After some time fighting, I finally gave in.

He got all my clothes fully off and went to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked covering my self.

"Going to run you a bath." He said as he was turning on the water to the bath tub.

I watched every move he made, making sure he didn't look at me.

Not once did he make eye contact with my bare body.

"Get in." He said.

I took small steps, hugging my naked body as I got closer to the tub.

"C'mon, I don't got all day!" He said annoyed.

I finally gained access to the warm tub, and sat down on the warm water.

He began getting shampoo and applying it to my hair, doing motions with his hands to get it all in.

He then, rinsed it off and got soap and began rubbing my body with the soap.

"Stand up." I did as he said.

I covered my bare body until he said;

"Ivory, remove your hands from your body."

I removed them off slowly.

He was touching me, my body sculpture, and not ever did I felt so uncomfortable.

The problem was, that he didn't show any emotion or affection towards my bare body.

Which was odd, maybe he was was used to this since he has other slaves.

He rinsed me off and told me to get out of the tub.

He then got me a white clean towel and left me to change.

Finally, he's gone.

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