Arabella groaned as she twitched her ears, her eyelids parting open, much to her dismay. She was awake, and hours earlier than she normally was and sighing she sat up, running her hands through her thick mass of sunny blonde hair. She heaved a sigh of annoyance for the second time, when flashes of her encounter with Master Klaus ran through her mind. His words echoed in her ears, and she could not easily forget how he had made jest of her.“I would clean the house until it sparkles." She grumbled inaudibly as she gathered herself. Today, she wouldn't leave so much as a speck of dust! He would look for a pinch, but he would see nothing.Standing up and leaving the bed, Arabella glanced at the daily calendar she had created and pasted on her wall. Her hands folded themselves underneath her breasts as she noted that it was only a matter of time.Only a matter of time, and with the days breezing by she would be done and out of thud hellhole. "Well, I just have to work hard and the days
Klaus continuously dug his glove-covered fists into the punching bag in front of him, hitting his frustrations out and exercising his body at the same time. He was fond of his workouts - which he had done earlier that morning - but now he was back in his gym for a different reason.Not one rather, but two reasons. As he dug punches into the leather bag in front of him, ever so constantly hd imagined himself digging his fists into the face of the man who had dared to cheated and lie to him earlier. Killing him would have been a waste of his time and powers, and erasing his memory was a far worse punishment than death, knowing he would not be recovering from that anytime soon except Klaus reversed the spell, and that wasn’t even forthcoming anytime soon.Yet, as he constantly worked his entire body out, the sweat rolling of him causing his black vest to stick to his body like his second skin, he could not stop his thoughts from wandering to the second reason, as to why he was just so
He ignored her question the first time, and Arabella noticed how cold her master's silence was. She noticed how he gripped the table cloth underneath, and how he was currently squeezing it roughly.The silence between them was unnerving, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking, and as the atmosphere grew tense at the same time, Arabella concluded that she was hating every minute of it.She also dreaded it too, and as she stared at him, she began to count the seconds, waiting for him to explode. Who knows? He might easily grab her neck and bang her head against the wall, or the table. He could do it, he was her master and she was helpless here.He could also send her away from his presence and keep her locked up for days without food or water, that was another punishment. There were so many things he could do to punish her for her insolence - which she was beginning to regret now - so why did he sit and choose to take his anger out on the table cloth, instead of her?Finally, after what took
Another day had passed, and Arabella was made to do most of the work, including cooking, washing and laundry. However, she was spared from cleaning the master's room, because his cleaner Johnny, was back and she was more than thankful for that.She spent her day getting busy with the chores, and it was to note that she didn’t take breakfast with her master that morning because he insisted on going to work without it.Hence, she was left with the torturous task of counting the hours until he was back for dinner.Alas, the long awaited hour of reckoning had come. She had often heard Mrs George speak of how much the master loved chopped lambs and liver, with steak and Arabella had liked to wonder if there was even a pint of vegetarian blood in his body.She made sure she had one of his men pick out his best wine from the wine cellar downstairs, and it was different from his personal one.She had already set the table with the assorted dishes and drinks, waiting patiently in her seat for
Klaus returned to his room immediately after dinner and tossed his clothes into the laundry basket, knowing Arabella would be present to pick it up first thing tomorrow morning.Running himself a bath and soaking his tensed body in the bathtub, he relaxed for a bit wanting his mind to cool off, but nothing seemed to help his raving though.As he closed his eyes again, his mind was take. back Arabella, and to his journal that had been touched again.Some hours earlier before he had gone to eat, when he had come into his room, and he had noticed something strange.The faint scent of someone intruding his privacy had greeted his nostrils, and sniffing the air, he had probed for more and he had gotten his answers.Closing the huge twin doors of his room behind him, his footsteps and the gentle whispering from the vents of the air conditioner were the only sounds he had listened too but still his ears had taken him back to some minutes earlier, when the intruder had probably stepped in the
Arabella let out a huge sigh of relief, the second she realized it was her master who lurked in the shadows like a bloody serial killer.Nevertheless her heartbeat didn't slow down, neither did her clenched fist unclasp itself, as she stream at him with wide fearful eyes.She felt as though she had just lived through a horror movie, and there was even a great possibility that she might go through worse with him in front of her.Now able to speak after fruitlessly searching for her voice after so many seconds, she rubbed her sweaty hands by her sides and swallowed the lump that rose in her throat."Master, what are you…?" She tried to ask, but before she could finish he all but cut her off with a deep chuckle.Why was he laughing, and why was he smiling as he walked towards her?She was becoming scared all of a sudden, her legs failing to keep her standing still, but then she managed to maintain a strong and stiff front.He seemed to have sensed her fear, and from the way he looked at
Arabella rushed to her her room and banged the door behind her, the money she got in. She pressed her back on the metal door frame and placed a hand on her beating chest, as she tried to steady the heedless thump.Damn! She could barely breathe. She pondered upon what had just happened. How her master had trapped her in between his arms, staring deep into her eyes as he said those chilling intimate things to her.He had asked her why she was so sexy, or he just plainly told her - well she could not quite remember what it was her done.Nevertheless she was in shock, and she could still remember seeing the words stroll out of his curved lips. She could remember how the scent of his minty breath seeped into her nostrils, while his hot breath fanned her nose, at the same time.With those dark eyes of his peering intently at her, as if he could read what was going on in her head, Arabella swore within herself that he might have even stripped her naked if he wanted too.Fuck! Her master w
Klaus turned on his bed for the umpteenth time that morning, before he surrendered to his instincts and dragged his body, placing his feet on the cold marble floor as he sat up. Without even stretching his arms or so much as looking around, he navigated his black flip flops with nothing but his ten toes, and slipped his feet into the soft rubber footwear.He opened his eyes fully, and finally took his time to look around the room. His sheets were a mess and they reeked of his scent, sperm and the sore reminder of what happened last night. He made a mental note to rid his bed of the sheets before someone else did - not that he cared if anyone knew he touched himself but well he had a little bit of personal morale. Besides, it was important to take necessary precautions against unnecessary situations.Rising from his bed, he went about his normal morning routine - shaving, press ups, washing his face and taking a quick shower, also getting rid of his bedsheets - before he threw on a