Chapter 4

• I gawked as soon as I stepped foot into the room.
• It was huge my mouth were open as I keep staring round the room and the decorations, I must say this is actually my first to enter a house like this.
• A very spacious bed stood pressed against the wall, its sheets a dark shade of maroon.
• On the left was a large window with the same color curtains, following a set of fancy, light grey couches surrounding a glass coffee table.
• To the right was a wide desk, with tons of organized files and papers, and next to that was a very tall bookshelf.
• There were two other doors, smaller than the first one. One, I'm guessing, would be the bathroom, and the other one... Maybe a closet?
• I turned my head to the left again and paused as I saw the thing sitting in the corner.
• A cage. It didn't look that much bigger than the one I've lived in for the past five years. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat as I spotted the whip, muzzle, and a couple other things that were usually used on pets sitting on top of it.
• I jumped out of my thoughts as I felt his fingers graze against my neck.
• My head turned to see him lean down a bit so he could get a better look
• I just watch in a nervous confusion as he slipped the collar from around my neck.
• My muscles tensed as his fingers began to trace where my old collar used to be, a slight pain radiating from it.
• "We'll have to fix this." His husky voice said, still looking at my neck.
• I just continued to stare, not knowing what else to do, or what I should do.
• Fix what? The mark on my neck, or the fact that it hasn't had a set of fangs buried into it before?
• The later one seemed more logical.
• He removed his hand from my neck and leaned up, making his way over to the desk.
• I just stood there, unsure of what to do.
• "'Dinner is in 20 minutes so go ahead and take a shower," He said, setting my collar and leash on the desk, "I'll have some clothes ready for you by the time you get out, just set the ones you have on now on the sink."
• My eyes went wide.
• I didn't think Masters let their pets shower, at least, a lot of the pets here didn't look like they have.
• "You remember how to work a shower right?" He asked, turning his head towards me.
• I only nodded.
• It had been a while, but I was sure that I could figure it out.
• I cautiously made my way towards the bathroom.
• Master opened the door, gesturing me in.
• "There's a box in there full of things you can use. Come on out when you're done."
• My eyes furrowed.
• He was oddly nicer then he was earlier.
• Maybe not nicer, but just... Calmer.
• This whole thing made me skeptical.
• I opted myself to speak, figuring that he would want me too.
• "I will. Thank you, Master." My quiet voice said.
• His eyes furrowed this time, causing my nerves to skyrocket.
• Did I do something wrong? Did he not want me to speak? I thought that earlier he said that I could!
• "Don't call me that when we're in here." He mumbled.
• I stumbled for words.
• "W-what would you prefer, ma-" I quickly bit my lip, preventing me from finishing that word.
• His eyes shifted upward in thought for a few moments in thought.
• "Richi." He said.
• I mouthed the name after he spoke it.
• I quickly recalled the slave from the gate calling him Richard.
• I liked Richi better, it seemed to fit him better.
• Why he wanted me to call him by his name was beyond me, but it was a direct order from my master so I couldn't refuse.
• I nodded.
• "Thanks." He said before gently closing the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
• The bathroom, unsurprisingly, was big. A round bath sat against the tall, spacious shower. Across from that was the marble sink and a mirror that covered the entire space of the wall above the sink
• I gasped once I saw my own reflection. My hair was a mess, dirt and dried blood was evident in certain spots of it, not to mention that It hadn't been brushed in a while.
• My eyes then focused on my face, blue eyes staring back at me. More freckles had spread across my pale nose and cheeks from the last time I remember seeing my face. My face too was covered in dirt and dried blood.
• Pretty much my entire body was.
• The tender skin was obvious where the old collar used to be, just as I concluded.
• I didn't even want to look at my back. The ongoing pain that came from it told me that I shouldn't.
• I looked away with a sigh and spotted the box that Master was talking about, sitting on the floor by the shower.
• I made my way over to it and began looking through it.
• It held an assortment of shampoo, conditioner, soap, a brush, a towel, and even some hair ties and pins.
• I gawked as I pulled out everything.
• It was just a lot more than I was expecting.
• I shook my head, trying not to think about it too much.
• A small whine exited my lips as I began to take off the old, torn gown, the pain in my back screaming at me to stop moving.
• I sighed once I finally got it off, setting it on the sink like Master told me too before entering into the shower.