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“Yes, Master.” The woman bowed again.
He pushed me in her direction. Nervous as hell, I followed with little fight. However, my mind was already racing with ideas. Yes, I couldn’t resist this giant of a man, and yes I made a deal to come with him, but trusting people in this city put mein this predicament in the first place. Trusting Jaxon forced me to behave in ways I never would. I’ve never been a dive robber. I had always seen those people as lazy and lacking talent. If I hadn’t frozen when Jaxon pulled out the gun, I would have run away. Maybe those divers would still be alive. Trusting the word of Jaxon’s friends landed me here. Now I should trust this titan to care for my father? I can’t do that no matter how much his touch, scent, and the way his beautiful face contorted with pleasure when he cums.
When the opportunity arises, I will make my escape. Whatever feelings I had, most likely primal arousal, that would be gone once I’m away from here…I hoped.
She led me past the large living room and dining area and down a narrow hall and slid open an immense door. This room was not as white or pristine, but it was still clean and well-polished. The walls were a dark gray color, but the beds and most of the furniture was white. I noticed the bars on the windows and a small ledge outside.
“You can call me Boss.” The woman crossed her arms like a school bully ready for action. Her blue eyes looked down on me with contempt, though I couldn’t understand why.
“Okay,” I replied for the sake of not causing any drama.
“This is the servant’s quarters and wing of the house; we have our own kitchen and dining area and playroom.” She said playroom with a smile.
Curtains divided every single bed; the area contained a simple bed and a small dresser built into the wall and three wall shelves constructed over the beds.
“In front of the bed is the trunk you will keep your uniform in. You won’t have any other clothing, just several sets of your uniform, pajamas, a robe, towels for washing and drying, and your personal set of toiletries.” The woman spoke with an accent, though it wasn’t from the slums.
A petite woman with long red hair entered the room cautiously and smiled when she saw me. “Hello, new guy, got a name?”
“Um, Kal.”
“My name’s Hannah.”
“Hannah…” The blonde scolded. “Don’t you have chores?”
“The Master dismissed most of us. I think he’s under the weather again.”
“Then I better tend to him.” The woman said concerned.
“I can help him and give him the tour.” The girl volunteered.
“Did he call for me?” The woman cleared her throat. She wanted to hear yes but was deflated when the word ‘no’ came out of the younger girl’s mouth.
“Anyway.” Hannah bounced over, each step livelier than the next. She went over to a closet of bagged uniforms and rummaged through them.
“Are you thralls?” I asked, eager to know. They both laughed.
“Heavens, no!” The blonde scoffed. “They’re nothing but shameless whores who think they are special to the titans. Lucky for us, our Master has no desire to own one, so we’re free to only serve him.”
“Which makes it so much easier on us,” Hannah added while taking out another bagged uniform. “We’ve heard the stories from other servants, about what it’s like to serve those arrogant bastards. You have to almost treat them like they are the Master!”
“Cook what they want, clean up after them, dress them, do their hair, bathe them, do their make-up, don’t mess up, or you would get punished blah blah.” A man’s voice cut in. A male servant with neatly clipped black hair peeked in before entering and laughed.
“Well, it is like that.” Hannah finished taking out the third bag. “Go ahead and try it on. I know I’m right about the size.”
“Let him shower and get cleaned up first.” The man chimed in. “And don’t forget to give him pajamas to sleep in.”
“Oh yeah!”
“I’m Zane.” He nodded.
“Kal.”
“Why were you guys talking about thralls?”
“He thought we were them,” Hannah said, pulling out a thinner bag.
“You’ll also need these shoes; the rubber ones are for the shower room, and these softer ones are for walking around the house. What’s your shoe size?”
