Page 11 of Master B-1901

“This is not how I wanted my night to go.”

Silence.

My slave stayed still and quiet, letting me vent as I tried to gauge what the hell was happening.Why it was happening.There was so much I couldn’t put my finger on. Events in my life that seemed like a big blur.

Was she analyzing me? Judging me? No, I didn’t have to worry about that with ninety-one. She wasn’t like the other slaves. She was waiting on an order. That was all. I didn’t have to get mad. I didn’t need to react.

Temper. Mine was unstable as I tried to calm the fluctuations of my racing mind. I was defensive, and I couldn’t deny a part ofme wanted to be angry or unsure of my slave. But that’s how it got me. That’s howhegot me enough to take over. To kill them.

“Master, the woman here before, she was a doctor. You have an appointment with her. Would you like me to call for you?”

“No. This is normal. This isn’t what I’d consider an episode. You’ll learn the difference.”

“Thank you for briefing me on your condition. After a few days, I will be better.”

If she was alive in a few days.Although this was normal, I couldn’t deny how these ocular episodes were happening more frequently.

“You’ll understand it all soon enough. Shower time, slave, then, you’ll eat. These are your orders for tonight. Tomorrow we will go over an actual schedule. You’re not just going to be for my pleasure. You have quite the resume. We’re going to see just how good you are at these skills.”

My slave nodded, standing.

“What would my Master like me to wear?”

“You have clothes in the closet. Just find something.”

I lifted my arm, putting it over my eyes to block out the light. My head was starting to hurt, and I didn’t want to talk. Luckily, I didn’t have to as footsteps sounded against the wood.

Blank slate. Damn, they were so much easier. No questions. No nagging. Orders. This route was definitely the way to go in terms of slaves. At least for me.

Shuffling sounded and it wasn’t long before the shower started. The sound went in and out as I dozed, watching as color bled in with darkness. Images appeared. A life. A dark outfit became apparent, but not one I recognized. I wore it. It was mine. Heat enflamed my body as I felt like I was dredging through slush to see more. Yelling sounded, but I couldn’t make out the threats. Or were they pleas?

“Master? Master?”

My lids flew open, taking in dark hair and light blue eyes. It took me a minute to place her as I forced myself to sit.

“What is it, ninety-one?”

“You never told me where to sleep.”

I blinked through her words, confused.

“With me, of course.”

There was the slightest hesitation before she nodded. The headache was nearly nonexistent as I pushed from the bed. My slave was walking around to the other side as I headed for the closet. “I’m going to rinse off.” I slowed, stopping at the door as I replayed her expression. Unease? Dislike? It wasn’t positive. “You don’t want to sleep with me.”

I turned, watching her pause in lowering to the mattress.

“I’m sorry, Master?”

“I saw it on your face. You don’t want to sleep in my bed. You can think. I mean…there’s something up there aside from what you’ve learned.”

“I’m not sure I understand. I’m grateful to sleep in your bed.”

My head slowly went back and forth. Was I imagining it? I thought I caught something before, hadn’t I?

“If I made you choose between sleeping on the sofa or in my bed, which would you choose?”

She lowered, pulling the blankets up. “Right here.”