Maid to Order: Taming the Black Maid (closed)

[Kuuroinochou]

In a world where the rich have steadily gotten richer and the middle class are all but on the verge of complete obliteration, a specially conducted Academy has been put together to help benefit the poor and satisfy the decline of personal help in rich mansions.

The Cyberdine Maid Academy, was finally born. Working with all that were interested in finding steady jobs for the poor while keeping the nobles satisfied. Anyone who wishes can enroll in this school to learn the inner workings of becoming a maidservant. In so doing they are ensured a happy lifestyle while working for their new employers and saving up money to finance the decline in their family's financial future. However, no maidservant is allowed to return to their homes no matter what the circumstances pertain to. On the other side, there is also a program for butlers in which they can also benefit from the academy's good graces.

And so many men and women around the world have gathered to various Cyberdine Maid Academies to learn the teachings that are provided for them. Each one having come from a young age and some from an older age, even so they've worked hard behind the scenes to ensure that their families are fed and clothed with the money they make as maids and butlers.

The Academy of Neolos Angeles has once again open its gates to the noble public and is holding their annual Open House. Here nobles of all shapes and sizes, riches and knowledge come to purchase their ideal maids and bulters to fill their large homes. In so doing they pay the help for their services by sending a lump sum of money to their families in return for their hard work. There is even an auctioning program set aside for the high class maids and butlers who have worked hard to acquire such a status. These are usually the servants that later assume the role of head of the house through a personal bond of trust with their master or through mariage.

Then there is the dark program set aside for those individuals who were either forced to enroll into the Academy and rebel on the constant or those that simply have no valid skills worth a decent purchase to nobles. This is called the Dark Maid program, however there is only one such maid that actually carries that name... Juntilla Montgomery.

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Hmm...? I wonder what life is like beyond those walls? I've been stuck in this place since I was a little girl. No one has even shown the slightest interest in purchasing the Dark Maid. I've sat at this window every opening day when rich to do people come to the academy to make purchase of the various maids and butlers they need to fill their large homes. Each and every time they slip right past me only sparing me with a simple glance before walking on. Some of the times I don't even bother standing to bow to them, so caught in theirselves that they hurry right past me. Even other Dark Maids have been purchased over me, and yet I still don't understand why. What is it I am suppose to do to make these people interested in me? Why must I act like a common dog in a pet shop begging to be purchased or an orphan at an adoption agency? It's stupid I say, that our world government would put people through such a thing.

Over the years the rich have steadily become richer and the poor has become nothing more than homeless unkempt people. The middle class has been wiped out completely and the only way for anyone to make a decent living is to enroll into a maid academy stationed in various parts of the world. There they take in the homeless and sick, fix them up and train them to be the best servants that anyone can buy. Each one of us is given a category that we stick to, something which makes us stand out over the other maids. Even so, each program has always had someone on the top of the most wanted list. They go up for auctioning and the highest bidder usually wins. Sometimes after the auction, they bargin and make some kind of deal.

It's ridicoulous really but I suppose it makes sense. In order to feed starving families the maids do their best here at the academy. The money from the auction is split and they are given a small portion to feed their families, provided they don't try to run out on their new masters. I've been through a few masters of my own but they've always returned me and I've been told I lose more money then I'm worth. Ask me if I give a damn. No not one bit.

Ever since they put me in the Dark Maid program I've been shunned, beaten treated like nothing. It really sucks but that's what the program entails. They make us dark by treating us like shit. Beating us, even going so far as to rape us, I however was able to diter such an incident. One of the dark maids last week killed herself, jumping from the roof of the academy. I refuse to go out like that, I won't let them push me into a corner where I feel the only release is in death. Interestingly, I have no family, most of them are living cosy lifestyles as butlers and maids as well. The last I heard my sister had wooed the head master so thoroughly that she is now the head mistress and wife. Funny how things work out but I suppose if I worked hard I could also do the same, we are twins after all... even so I refuse to be anything but who I am.

And because I'm so rebellious and head strong, I was dubbed useless before I was given a chance. Thus the Dark Maid program was my category of expertise. Yeah right... what am I suppose to do? Brood myself into someone's good graces? Its frustrating and I'm tired of the stereo type. Maybe just maybe I'll actually win someone over enough that they will consider me. And as I look out over the throngs of figure heads and rich nobodies it was then that I noticed one of them that stood out from the rest. He looked as bored as I felt and wasn't even interested in the advances most of the maid servants were pouring on to him. He was quite handsome I'll admit but a bit rugged for one of rich status. Was he a tag-along butler perhaps? I watched him carefully and as he moved throughout the room I knew instantly that he was of noble standings he just didn't carry himself in such a manner. In fact, he was just about rude to every maid, noble and director of the academy that came into his personal space. Even now as I watched him he threw some punch on a nearby nobleman, probably said something he didn't like. I couldn't help but giggle slightly as the uptight nobleman squealed like a pig before rushing off to the men's room. Sitting on the window ceil was my usual routine during these open houses, I could see throughout the crowd and no one would pay me much attention since I already had a reputation that stretched far enough for most nobles to stay clear. I hadn't expected any callings but when that man, that strange noble came up under my window it was then I realized maybe we were two of a kind.

He looked up at me and I took the chance to look down. He just kept looking and soon it began to bug me, "What the hell do you want?" It was probably obvious what he wanted but even so, didn't he know I was broken merchandise? Unkempt to be a proper maidservant for any master...? Then I realized what he was really looking at... "YOU PERV!" My skirt was hiked up enough that if one were to stand right under the window they could see all the way up my skirt. And far be it for me to have a weakness for sexy things, I had on the usual maid garter and bustier but I opted not to wear underwear today, once again being rebellious. Jumping from the window I landed in front of him in a pool of black lace and silk, my ultimate tag for no other maid was caught dead in complete black. Maybe a mixture but not fully, it was my tag, it was who I was... that's why I was considered the Black Maid. "Fuckin' rude much? Do you always go around looking up girl's skirts?" I asked, clearly miffed, okay so maybe they gave me the designation for more than just my cloths. I cursed, spit, bite, shout, and I don't have the manners that most maids are trained to have. No I was thoroughly against everything the academy wanted to teach me. Why? Easy, I'm no one's maidservant, screw that, I do what I want, when I want and how I want... I dare some low life master try to tame this shrew.... I smirked sizing up the man before me. Bet he was thinking different now, he'd probably run off soon enough realizing my manners had a lot to be desired.

{{ Anyone is welcome to try their hand at taming Juntilla the Black Maid, please PM for the part. Simply reply to this post in your PM with a bit of information on who the Master you are playing is. A picture is welcomed but not necessary. }}

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Name: Juntilla Montgomery
Alias: Jun / Black Maid
Eyes: Blue-Grey
Age: 21
Ht: 5ft
Wt: 110lbs
Personality: Foul and untammed, she doesn't listen to reason and would gladly throw herself in front of a train before letting someone take away her freedoms. Despite her lable she is quite happy and content to simply be the Black Maid. Even with her temperment she is quite different from most maids and perfers it that way though she does long for something more in her life then simply getting by.
Bio: Born in Neolos Angeles, she was raised in the gutters of the once famed Hollywood. Now nothing more than a infestation for the homeless and poor, she was given over to an academy official by her folks who were desperate to give their girl a better life. Even so, Juntilla looks at this as a betrayal her life in the gutters much happier than her life as a maid servant. She's been through a few masters before finally gaining her Black Maid label to which she is content to keep. At least she is fed and sheltered and doesn't have to worry about rules and serving some snobby master.
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[Ahren1]

Name: Issac Maxwell
Appearance: Issac
Eyes: Violet
Age: 22
Ht: 5' 9"
Wt: 138lbs
Personality: Arrogant, headstrong, irritable and most other adjectives you wouldn't attribute to a rich nobleman. In truth, he isn't really one, rather just the son of. Throughout his life, Issac has constantly had to war with his brother for the affection of his parents, and always he would come up short. Over the years, it has built up in him a jaded cynicism that only further digs him deeper. He's brash, and often acts without thinking, but in his eyes there is a window to a kinder person. Whomever can reach it...

Bio: Born in Neolos Angeles, Issac was raised without any thought of poverty. Still, he fuded for attention, battling with his brother at every turn and losing with ease. In truth, he cares little about being rich and the status it sets you to, and naturally cares little about being the next head of the household. What he does care about, however, is his brother winning yet again. For Issac to win such a position would crush his sibling and properly return all the misery he had brought Issac over the years by showing off and making him look like a lowlife. However, his attitude has given his parents good reason to believe he should not even be offered the position at all. They concocted an idea, a test of sorts. If Issac wanted to finally prove he was worth the position, he would have to earn it...

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This is ridiculous. I'm the last person that belongs here. According to the glances I get here, they probably think i'm more fit to be behind the windows, serving them instead of looking to be served. Whatever. Fuck them. I'm going to do what I need to do and go home. My parents are really being wicked this time. They cut off my source of funds, all I have now is what I need to buy here... Is this some sort of joke? What if she's no good? Is it true they don't allow you to return this.. special sort of Maid? I'm tired of walking, tired of the looks, just plain damn tired. I guess I should just get it over with.

Perhaps I should have at least thought about my appearance before showing up here, at least to avoid these people looking at me like i'm some sort of punk. They have no idea. They think a leather jacket means some street-killer, or that an earring and long hair means opposition of power. I just wear what I want to wear because I think it looks good. If you don't, then don't fucking look. The Maids seem to appreciate it at least. They're too damn proper though, and it doesn't matter because i'm not here for them anyways. I wish they'd stop masking their feelings and just tell me what they think of me.

"Good evening, Sir. Perhaps I could tell you a bit about myself... I would be a perfect addit-"

"Shut it. I'm not here for you." I snapped back at some cutsey blonde maid who was trying to win me with good graces. What a fucking act. I walk away from her as I walk away from the others. Some stiff off to the side gives me an eye and whispers to his friend. Underestimating my hearing, probably. Big fucking mistake.

"Someone should call the Health Services... this auction house seems to be infested with Rats..."

Normally I don't care about their comments. I've walked by a hundred of them, but this one got to me. Why? Maybe it was the rat comment. It pierced any common sense I have and I had to turn and clear up what I had just heard. "Say that again?"

The man looks a bit surprised I heard him, but he actually decides to put on a brave face. I'm not in the mood for his acts, either. Stop trying to look big in front of your rich friends. Just show them your wallet and how tiny your penis is and move on. Guess you're not that smart, though.

"I said, I dislike the presence of vermin such as you." He hissed. Walk away, right? I know you think I should, but what good does that do? Makes him think he won. Makes him feel good about himself. I don't think so. My face turns to a smirk as I tighten a fist. For a moment, it looks like i'm just about to laugh it off, but instead I let him have my knuckle in his jaw. A few people gasp, but for the most part it's too crowded and people are too self-absorbed to care about anyone else. The guy obviously didn't expect such retalliation. He cradles his jaw like it was some priceless crystal glass before crying off and running away. Just as I expected. Who's the real trash here?

By this time, i'm thinking the person i'm supposed to find isn't here. That just figures. Wasting my whole day at this pile only to leave with nothing and not be any closer to putting my asshole brother in his place. But then I see her... I knew it was here instanty. Her outfit seemed slightly different from the rest, but it was her eyes and expression that gave it away. She looked, well, like how I felt. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want anyone to take her home. She looked... breathtakingly gorgeous. What were the odds of that? There had to be a catch if this was the so-called Black Maid. I approach a bit cautiously to get a better look at her. Finally the people in the area disperse. Apparenly no one else is interested, and for good reason. This is supposedly the one maid you can buy but can't return, at least not for your money back. That's quite the investment. He couldn't blame people for not taking it when plenty of good maids looked happy to go with them.

Her grey tinted blue eyes looked like they were filled with some hidden sadness, but her posture expressed strength, or perhaps just an act of it. It wasn't clear whether she was just acting like she didn't care, or actually didn't care. Before long, I realized I was staring, and unfortunately so did she. "What the hell do you want?"

Her voice almost surprised me. There was a fierceness behind it unexpected from a maid. This was her alright, and apparently that was the catch too, her attitude. Barely 5 seconds in front of her and she's already bitching at me. Before I get a chance to reply, I can't help but notice up her skirt from this angle. Is she... is she not wearing underwear? The immediate moment I notice this, she snaps at me yet again. "YOU PERV!" She shouted, making others look over in confusion. I wince at this sudden display but she continues. "Fuckin' rude much? Do you always go around looking up girl's skirts?"

Well, this was definately going to be fun. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Apologize right? Uh... no. "You're the one who chose not to wear any fuckin' panties and then sit up there like that. You probably wanted people to look, hoping to get noticed." I say back in almost an eerie calm. To be honest, her fiesty attitude is a welcome change. At least she's not putting on a damn act. Even if she was, it was more fun than the others. Still, if this was the one I was to pick up, I couldn't be her friend. I had to be her master, and treat her like the maidservant she was. If she gave me rude comments, they would simply be returned. I can't afford to let her see a soft side, or else then where is the intimidation? A girl with an attitude like this can't feel like she has any control in the relationship, especially in the relationship we're going to have. It's such a shame though, she's easily the sexiest maid here... probably wild in bed too... My eyes trail off slightly as I fantasize but quickly shoot back, my violet gaze connecting strongly with hers.

"You must be the Black Maid. Can't say i'm impressed. Not sure what I was expecting though... You'll have to do." I tap my chin as I look over her body again. Her skin looked creamy smooth, her body thin and fragile but not too much so, and her eyes deep and sensual. This was going to be hard to resist, but the desire to beat my brother, that's much more intense.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

The fuck?! Man did this hot shot snob have a mouth on him. The way he batted my barbs back caught me a little unaware but it wasn't long before I simply shrugged it off. "So what, what's it to you what I wear or don't wear, that doesn't give you the right to be looking." I retorted, it was true. Sometimes I did like running about naked it did get a laugh out of the other maids and the staff often didn't know what to do. Other than throw me in 'the room', big whoop. A few days without a proper meal, bread and water no entertainment...

But as I watched the man before me I could tell he was going to be a hard cookie to crumble. He had a back bone, a lot more than I could say for the idiots around here. They didn't purchase me not for the money value but more for the fact they knew they couldn't handle me. This guy was no different he just had more guts then most. I eyed him over once again and locked my gaze with his, for a moment I couldn't look away. Have you ever seen such amazing gorgeous eyes? It wasn't long before I got trapped in them but that's when I realized it, and glared madly more for getting fixated in such an obvious trap.

"You must be the Black Maid. Can't say i'm impressed. Not sure what I was expecting though... You'll have to do." Was his reply I only smirked turning away from him to return to the window. As I climbed up I couldn't help but retort, "Glad to disappoint now get lost, you probably wouldn't last a day with me in your household and I am not going to bow down to anything you have to say... so beat it. You'd be better off with those fillies over there." I nudged my thumb in the direction of a bunch of maids, they had their eyes on him the whole time. It was rather intersting though, he could have any maid he wanted but was coming over to me. Why was that? It didn't seem right and I don't believe in fate or any of that bullshit philosophy crap.

I had been sitting there a moment when I realized he hadn't left. The damn guy was persistent I'll give him that. "You do know the definition of get lost? Meaning vaccate, get lost, leave me alone, head for the hills...shit of that nature. You can do whatever you want so long as you leave me the hell alone. Now beat it...damnit!" Gods but he was irritating and those eyes didn't help much either they were like magnets I couldn't help being drawn to them. Even so I managed to tear my gaze away looking out the window, it was bright out and if I were lucky maybe I could go out into the yard today. That's assuming if this idiot didn't cause any trouble for me, I had no intentions of being a burden today but this guy was really starting to tick me off and make me go back on my word. I just sat there glaring...hell I even lifted my legs enough so he could see my bare ass maybe that would distract him enough to go collect himself. Usually those rich types were a little too conservative for their own good.

 

[Ahren1]

Her replies were predictable, if her initial comments had told me anything at all. It was almost enough to make me laugh, because of how little she understood. I have no choice in taking you, girl. I should tell her that, but no, that would seem weak as well. I need to want her... Well, I do want her. She's unbelievably sexy, and that personality, as bitchy as it may seem, drives me wild. This is going to take some incredible restraint, but i'm not going to fall for a girl at first sight when I have so many years of torment to pay back my dear sibling for. You know, if I didn't know any better, i'd say she's staring into my eyes an awful lot. Hey, i'm a good looking guy, and if she is thinking anything like I am, she's glad i'm not like the rest of these stiffs.

I decide to toy with her a bit and narrow my eyes in a teasing, playful way. It's cheesy and probably won't affect her, but hey, i'm just having a little fun with her. "I'll look if I damn well please. You're the one on display. Of course I have the right." I confidently shoot back, but she ignores it in order to continue speaking. "Glad to disappoint now get lost, you probably wouldn't last a day with me in your household and I am not going to bow down to anything you have to say... so beat it. You'd be better off with those fillies over there."

"Are you blind? Do I look like I want one of those wooden robotic girls? Nah, you're the real fun.." I chuckle as I try desperately not to stare at her chest. The fact that a girl with such an attitude was here in an outfit like that, and would eventually be calling me master, is a bit of an exciting feeling. Why did she have to be so gorgeous? That only made this whole test harder than it had to be. Maybe that's just fate messing with me, realizing if she didn't attract me, i'd have no trouble at all. She motions for me to leave her alone, but does she honestly expect me to go? That didn't seem like the case. She just sat there. Before I could even say anything else, she lifted her legs in a way to where I could easily see the soft flesh of her ass. Oh, what a damned tease she was as well. What I wouldn't give to just lick that gentle skin right here in front of all these prudes. That must have been it, she must have figured me to be some sort of prude too and walk away offended.

"You're sending mixed signals here, Miss Maid. You say you want me to leave, then you try to seduce me. Make up your mind. Either way, it doesn't matter. I'm bidding on you and i'm quite sure i'll win, so you should just get used to that idea quickly.

My name is Issac. I will be.. your new master." I utter confidently and with a devious smirk at the end. Oh this was sure to enflame her in at least some way. Perhaps I shouldn't mess with her, perhaps I should just be wooden and cold and give her orders, but that was no fun. If I'm going to be forced to do this, i'm going to have fun.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"You're sending mixed signals here, Miss Maid. You say you want me to leave, then you try to seduce me. Make up your mind. Either way, it doesn't matter. I'm bidding on you and i'm quite sure i'll win, so you should just get used to that idea quickly."

He's mad that's the only certifiable way that he'd even consider bidding on me. I snorted a very unmistakeable action, I could see it now, me the Black Maid bowing down to a brat like this. Probably some outcast or something, came here to try and be all big and bad in my presence, well that wasn't happening not today.


"Trust me if I was trying to seduce you you'd know." I gave him a look that was very much different from what he'd seen before. In fact I was so good in switching my moods with my eyes that they probably were a smokey grey at best, filled with an undertone of lust filled promises. However, he would get no play in that area, no one could tame me and they sure as hell couldn't handle me in bed... I suppose beating my former masters to within an inch of their lives wasn't called for but when a girl says no she means it.

So this guy wanted to play hard ball fine. If he was going to bid on me it didn't matter, I was pretty sure no one else would try for it so that left me with no other options. Either try to turn him off to me or accept my fate...

Damn that and damn fate, I don't believe in that crap! "Look... Isaac is it? I'm not asking for much just that you return through the door that brought you here. Its the best investment you'll make, you save yourself money and heart ache trust me on this. I'm not going to make anything easy on you..." Glaring I tried to make my point it wasn't that I didn't appriciate his straightforwardness and the fact that he wanted to purchase me but the fact remained, I just didn't like authority.

In this world today, it seemed like anyone with money was give rights to do whatever they want while those without money were expected to accept it. Bullshit! My grandfather had told me about the old times, where everyone had to work hard for both money and respect. Well I figured it should be the same now, if someone wanted respect they had to give it and I sure as hell wasn't going to budge. My life was filled with hardships why this idiot was given everything on a silver platter no way I was going to hand over my freedoms that easily.

His mentioning of being my new master only made me laugh. Seriously I let it out so loud and boisterous that I couldn't help myself. So much so that I had been wiggling with mirth on the window ceil, leave it to me to fall off the damn thing. I braced myself landing pretty clean, having had those classes with Sensei helped out. Fraile I may seem but fraile I am not... I smirked wiping at the mirthful tears in my eyes. "You are to be my master? Oh that is a laugh... trust me hot cheeks you can't handle this." I said this confidently. Who knew maybe this was a test or pay back for all the trouble I caused over time. I really didn't care either way but it really sucked that my next master had to be about as fucked in the head as me... or worse.

At any rate I wondered off not giving him a chance to assume his masterly role. He was quick to follow probably to reinforce his role. Like I give a shit, you're nothing to me until the money was paid up.

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And an hour and half later with a sum of $900,000 I found myself the property of an Issac Maxwell...what the fuck is going on? And who the hell put this damn collar around my neck, complete with chains? Oh come the hell on I'm not THAT wild... Sighing I glared at the man who put me through all this a very real smirk on his face. "Oh you'll get yours hot cheeks count on it." I muttered as he pulled on the chain to get me moving. "Hey watch it! That's not very gentleman like of you..." Damnit and this was suppose to be another boring day. I could only wonder what life would be like with Isaac Maxwell.

 

[Ahren1]

Nine hundred fucking thousand dollars. This was my own money. My parents may be rich but they didn't shower me with bills. Guess i'm going to be spending a lot of time at home for at least a few weeks. Does that mean i'm supposed to spend most of my free time with this crazy maid? Whatever, i'll worry about that bridge when I get to it. The associates of the Auction House began to hand me thumbprint authorization scandisks in order to get my signature on all the paperwork. I didn't bother to read it, I have better things to do. I know I can't return her and get my money back, I know i'm responsible, blah blah blah.

"Enjoy... Sir." The snakelike man grinned as he handed me a long chain. As my eyes trailed the links, it was rather shocking to see what it was connected to. There was my new maid... on a fucking collar. What sort of place was this? Looking back down at the electronic paper before me, I briefly skimmed it with my eyes and read her name. Juntilla Montgomery. It was unique.. pretty. Of course, I couldn't admit that, but I thought it nonetheless. Fuck, Issac, pull yourself together. Don't swoon over her fucking name. Still, the collar and chain just seemed like a bit much. Still, there were onlookers now, eager to see who had bought out the cursed Black Maid. I had to play along at least for a bit. I put on a smirk and tugged at the chain, much to Juntilla's dismay. "Oh you'll get yours hot cheeks count on it."

"Hot cheeks? What does that even mean...? If anything that should be your nickname.. flashin' me earlier. Did you think I was one of them?" I chuckle in return, leading her out of the building where I had parked my stuffy sedan. I was going to use that money for a new car, damn it. A nice one, not something that looked like it belonged to that snob who tried to talk down to me. Once we arrive, I take a look over the car and sigh, turning my eyes to Jun. "Well, I could see how you might get that impression. Trust me.. I'm not like them. If anything, it's us who're a lot alike. Right now, that's a bad thing. We're probably both stubborn as fuck..."

I walk up to her as my smile fades. I try to give her a look that showed maybe I wasn't the asshole I made myself out to be back there. Why? Who knows, maybe because I was sickened by their treatment of her. Seeing such a exquisite woman chained aganist her will, it just wasn't right, no matter how strong and dominant I wanted to act. "But no matter what you do, i'm not returning you. We're going to get along, somehow, eventually. I have my reasons, as you have yours for your own attitude." My hands reach up to the collar as I try to remove it, but it seems almost sealed on. I strain a bit harder but make no progress. "The fuck... How'd they get this on you, with a welding torch? Well, whatever. I'll get that off of you when we're home. Don't get me wrong, i'm all for bondage play, but only when my partner is consenting. Right now, this is just bullshit." I motion to the collar, but shrug lightly and point her toward the car.

I get inside and take a deep breath. First part is over, but that was the easy part. How the hell am I supposed to 'tame' a human being? Especially one that apparently thinks a lot like I do. There's no way in hell i'd let someone push me around like I have to do to her. The drive home is going to be either a long awkward silence or an hour of ear-piercing rants from the fiery girl. Either way, it would likely be unpleasant...

 

[Kuuroinochou]

At this point I simply ignored him, going silent as we got closer to the car. It was like an anvil of finality had been dropped on my head. The chain and collar wasn't even bothering me by this point even though I had blushed slightly at his bondage comment. Yeah I bet he liked bondage alright... sighing I got in the car there wasn't much I could say or do to change his mind and after a purchase like that with no refund. Yeah likely he was going to just toss me back... I wouldn't if I were him.

Which brought me to another subject in my thoughts. We were like mirror images of the other. Where he was male I was female and that's about all the differences we had. I couldn't help growling in annoyance, how on Earth could there be someone so similar? Brooding seemed like the only thing to do as I got in the car, chains raddling and all. I rolled the window down as we got underway watching the scenary pass us by. Oddly enough I hadn't been out of that place for some time and seeing the country side like this was invigerating.

Against my better judgement a smile slipped pass my defenses. A few cows were grazing nearby and I almost threw myself out the window when I squealed delightly. "Ohhh cows." Riiight, like I'd never seen them it made me feel quite foolish and childish at the same time but who cares. I didn't get out much as it was, he would simply have to understand that.

A few times during the ride I did glance his way, noting those violet eyes of his. I'd never seen such eyes on a guy, and his long dark hair didn't help much. I always had a thing for guys with long hair, especially dark brown or black. I smirked lightly turning away to look out the window. It was easy to see that windows were my safety net, it was the only way to see the outside world, my only door to a possible freedom. No matter how minute it could be I loved watching the events that took place outside. Any weather change and I was there to experience it.

Again I looked his way and realized the silence was quite irritable. Alright I would make one step in being civil but if he screwed it up... come hell or high water...

"So uh... what kinda place you got? Why pick me of all maids, I'm not that much of an investment you know." I had to inquired it just seemed a little too odd that a guy like this would want to purchase a girl like me. I wasn't used to that, it didn't seem right. Wouldn't he have been better off with those other fillies? Even so rested my head against the window letting the wind take control of my hair, it felt good and as I waited for a reply I closed my eyes listening to all the interesting sounds around me.

 

[Ahren1]

The Maid had stopped speaking already. I could see on her face that she was finally realizing I wasn't just going to turn around and take her back for being a little mouthy. If anyone knew about having a venomous tongue, it was me. I suppose that's my advantage now. I have insight into how she thinks because we already established we think alike. Still not sure if that's a good thing in the end, but we'll find out, I suppose. Surprisingly enough, she chose to sit in the front with me. I was sure she'd take the back, at least to avoid me as much as possible but there she was not two feet away. The way she gazed out the window was surprisingly serene for how she had been acting just a few moments before.

Her enticing pink hair flowed with the wind, and her grey-blue eyes were still carrying that same sadness, but there was something angelic about her appearance right now. God, she looked.. wonderous.. yet so defeated. Was I feeling bad for her already? How did this girl end up in such a position anyways? What about her was so off that she had to be labeled and treated differently than all the others? Chances were, if I asked, she'd just continue to ignore me, or tell me to mind my own business. That's what I'd say at least. We were finally out of the city now and into the countryside. The mansion would come up soon, and I becan to wonder what she would think. Would she immediately write me off as one of those other rich snobs? She'd probably vocalize it that way, but I bet she'll be secretly relieved to be living in such a nice place that barely has any people in it. Shit, this girl is lucky, there will rarely be any work to do at all. It's almost as if she's becoming my roomate rather than my maid. I just get to tell her what to do.

I wonder if she'll call me master... She's supposed to, but also stubborn. Besides, if she didn't, it's not like I would return her. I chuckle lightly at this thought, and thankfully she doesn't notice as her gaze out the window manages to catch some passing cows, which strangely seems to excite her. The sudden happiness on her face was oddly refreshing, but I couldn't turn weak so fast. Instead, I chuckle again and shake my head, pretending her reaction was silly, but I understand how she feels. I know what it's like to be so detatched from the world that the simple things bring pleasure. As I continued to drive, my thoughts occupied the awkward silence that I successfully predicted. I notice her look my way every once in a while, and don't sense any hostility from it. More like, she seems to be drawn to look at me the same way I do for her. If it turns out she's attracted me, this is going to be a lot harder than I thought... Can I afford to fall for her so quickly? Am I being paranoid?

The silence finally breaks, surprisingly by an inquiry on her part. "So uh... what kinda place you got? Why pick me of all maids, I'm not that much of an investment you know."

I continue to watch the road, hesitating as I think up a sufficient answer. "A big place, i'm sure you'll like it but pretend not to." I say at first before turning my violet gaze to her, trying not to show my current desire for her in them. "And I already said, do I seem like someone who wants one of those 'fillies'? Would you? As far as i'm concerned, you were the only one there..."

That was probably a bit more literal than she realized. She was technically the only one I was allowed to purchase, but the more I thought on it, the more I realized I would have picked her anyways. Hopefully she realized that much. By now, the house was coming into view. It was big, and white, and many other adjectives that would describe a mansion in detail that i'm simply too lazy to figure out. I pull the car to the front of the house and exit my side, awaiting for Jun to exit hers. I prayed my brother wasn't home, because surely that snake would give away this whole thing, and then she'd realize I had to choose her. Right now, I think she felt I chose her because I wanted her. While I was now realizing that was also the truth, she probably wouldn't believe it after hearing otherwise...

I slip my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I lean on the car, looking over to her and awaiting a response of some sort. "So." I say rather firmly. "What do you want me to call you? Juntilla? Jun? According to the documentation, it can be whatever I want, but I honestly don't care. Says you're supposed to call me master, too. I'll think about allowing you to call me Issac, though." I add with a smirk. Admittedly, it would be sort of arousing to hear such a woman call me master, but doing it only because she had to made it lose the effect. Besides, i'd rather hear it in bed, and clearly that wasn't going to happen, by how things were doing.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

I was content to remain silent it seemed like he wasn't going to answer me so I returned to watching the cows. They soon disappeared as various lands began to open up some smaller mansions and other big ones. When I heard Isaac speek that's when I turned to look at him and for a moment I caught something in his eyes that probably shouldn't have been there. I must have blushed or something cause I was suddenly irritated again, looking away I listened to him speak but said nothing.

His comment about me putting on a show wasn't far from the truth but considering he should already know how I think, what was the point. If the mansion was impressive I'd say as much just to prove him wrong. I really wanted to believe that he had purchased me because he wanted me but it was just too convient. I was used to disappointment and it would be no differnet with this new person.... for now I would simply bid my time until he either proved himself or the cloak was removed.

As the mansion came up there was no way I could mask my excitement I damn near burst out of the seat. I've seen mansions and lived in plenty but they were so stuffy and old fashion compaired to this one. Quite classy and well... homey. It didn't look anything like a rich snobs house. After awhile I caught myself coughing slightly to compose myself before the car came to a stop. He got out and I was content to just stay there but I suppose I had no choice. Stepping out chains raddling and all I looked up at the place still transfixed by how simply and yet grand it was. "Nice place." I said simply deciding not to get into it right now. There was plenty of time to go off on him later cause this chain and collar thing had not been forgotten.

"What do you want me to call you? Juntilla? Jun? According to the documentation, it can be whatever I want, but I honestly don't care. Says you're supposed to call me master, too. I'll think about allowing you to call me Issac, though." I turned to look at him thinking a moment. "I'm assuming you want me to call you master or some such crap so if that's the case you aren't going to be familiar with me. Call me Montgomery. If not then call me Jun or Juntilla it doesn't matter really... you are the master after all correct?" I couldn't help but give him a mischievious smile, it would be in my best interest to just give him what he wanted but then maybe I could have a little fun in the process. He hated how fake those other maids were wouldn't it be the icing on the cake if I were to assimulate those girls as well? I chuckled slightly pushing some hair from my face as the wind picked up. It moved my skirt about majestically and for a breif moment I felt oddly at ease, even with the chain an collar. But damnit these things were starting to irritate and the collar was iching. "Uh yeah about these chains... I'm seriously starting to get chafted could you do something about this, please." It was probably the first time I would be polite more for the fact that I honestly didn't like the things.

Hopefully my life here wouldn't be too hard, and maybe just maybe he wouldn't beat me like most of my other masters. I would do everything I can to make sure he never sees those scars.

 

[Ahren1]

I wasn't sure if I should be surprised or not that she seemed to actually appreciate the house. Personally, I liked it very much. It had a nice look without being too overwhelming or attention grabbing. Well, the latter was hard to avoid seeing that it was the only house on this field, but still. Then again, perhaps she was just admitting to liking it because I said she wouldn't. That seemed a bit too simple for her, though. At least I could take this as a slight step in the right direction in this already offroad relationship of ours.

"I'm assuming you want me to call you master or some such crap so if that's the case you aren't going to be familiar with me. Call me Montgomery. If not then call me Jun or Juntilla it doesn't matter really... you are the master after all correct?" She smirked. This was amusing. She must have been toying with me, after all, she had put on such a fuss about how difficult she was, and I definately had felt some truth to that. She wasn't exactly giving in now, just being a brat like I would likely be if I found myself in such a position. "I asked what you'd prefer to be called. You're not really in any place to make any sort of demand. If I wish it, you'll call me master, and i'll call you Jun. It's like that, simply put. Luckily for you, I don't really feel like being called master. Issac will be fine. I'll call you Jun, if you don't mind. Well, now that that's settled..."

Of course, she mentioned the chains again, asking in a surprisingly polite tone for me to remove them. I couldn't blame her. It was very degrading and embarassing. She was doing well to be so strong as it was. Without making it any worse by speaking of it, I simply nod and take her inside. The entry room's marble surface reflects with the lights as I flip them on. The fact that they were off means no one was home at the moment. At least that's what I was hoping. There were various decorations, pictures, vases, and other weird things my mother was fond of. It would be obvious enough that I had very little to do with the home makeover. Not really wanting to loiter around in that room, I quickly take Jun to the kitchen which looked to be fit for the finest chefs. I began to wonder how well she cooked, and if it was any better than mine. I actually enjoyed cooking, but wasn't about to admit that so easily. Surely it would be an awkward situation if I ended up cooking for my own maid. I had to keep in mind that's what she was. Everytime I watched her hair flow or her eyes shimmer, that label faded away.

She was much more than a maid, and so far just a fiesty attitude didn't deserve her to be disregarded on some blacklist. It made her fun and exciting. I had to quickly turn toward a drawer as I realized I was staring at her again. If she caught me, she'd probably just call me a perv again and turn her nose, even though I noticed her looking my way once or twice. After opening the drawer, I pulled out a screwdriver and guided her to one of the chairs at the table. As she sat and turned away from me, I inspected the collar a bit more closely. Now the distance between us was shortened, and I could easily inhale her sweet scent. Something about it told me she wasn't wearing perfume yet naturally smelled so pleasant. Just how many things were going to be tossed my way that I had to resist?

My hand tapped at the collar as I finally located the screw, but while I was in the area, I couldn't help but lightly brush the skin of her neck with care. There was a silken smoothness to it that almost made me shiver with delight. Though I quickly acted as if I had done it accidentally and began to work at loosening the screw. After only a few seconds, the collar was able to be snapped apart and I dropped it to the table with a clanging of the chains.

"My turn to ask a question." I said in a tone that implied there was no choice. I took another chair and faced it backward, sitting toward her and leaning my arms against the chairback. "Why're you this 'Black Maid' anyhow, Jun? You do something? Is it like a punishment? Or do they just not like your attitude?"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

He was after all my new master the fact that he often looked at me like that didn't go unnoticed. I suppose he had a right after making a purchase like that but it was different from the looks I was used to getting. He was either appriciating me or calculating what to do with me next. As he showed me inside to the kitchen I took a seat and awaiting the removal of the chains and collar.

The whole time he was working I was irritated, okay maybe not irritated but I couldn't help feeling he was being a little too nice. Or was that my imagination? Even so when he brushed against my neck I pulled back instinctively, not very found of being touched in such a way. I realized then that perhaps it was an accident but there was no room for error on my part. Accident or not I didn't need this guy getting close to me. No one was allowed. After the chains were removed along with the collar I rubbed my sore neck thankful for that minor amount of freedom.

It was then he asked me a question I had hoped to avoid. I turned away instantly my guard up, barbs ready to fly. It wasn't any of his business... but then he'd assume it was only cause he paid for me. I was beginning to feel that this $900,000 deposit on me would cause a lot of heart ache in the long run. Sighing I went to the window looking out at the field it was easier to let myself go when I was near familiar surroundings. As I had stated before windows were my safe haven. I caressed the smooth surface as if it were the cheek of a long lost lover, it felt cool to the touch, so right. Not a single smile came to my lips as I had begun to speak. "To be honest I don't know why I got the name. Maybe someone at the academy didn't like me so well..." it wasn't the complete truth but I didn't want to tell him everything, despite the money he put on me my private life was my own. And I didn't feel like sharing. "I suppose I had done some things to anger a few top notch people when I could have just jumped through hoops like they wanted. I might have even had a cosy home but I just can't go against who I was born to be." That was the simplest answer I could give.

I didn't like being what I couldn't be. But he didn't have to know the details maybe if he earned that right I would tell him the full story... some day. "At any rate are you going to give me a tour or should I simply fend for myself. And what do you expect of me aside from the obvious? You know am I a secretarial maidservant, cook, cleaning, or should I expect to warm your bed at night?" Even though it sounded rather straight forward I wanted to get to the bare bones of our arrangement. He seemed like a no shit guy.

 

[Ahren1]

I could tell my question didn't thrill her, but I hadn't expected it to. It was personal, after all. Curiosity had gotten the better of me, though. Why indeed was she defiant enough to be deemed the 'Black Maid'? It seemed surreal, like something out of a storybook. I almost considered just saying nevermind and moving on, but she had to realize I wasn't going to always tip-toe around sensitive subjects.

As she approached the window, I continued to watch her with intent and maybe even admiration. The way she touched the glass was reminicient of the sorrow that she tried to hide in her eyes. She began to tell her story in little detail, which wasn't surprising. Whatever had happened to her in the past, she likely didn't want me knowing. Whether it was because she was ashamed, already forgot or just didn't like me was yet to be determined. Strangely enough, what she did say didn't sound terribly unlike my own experiences. If we had been switched at birth, would she be the rebellious rich heiress buying me as some 'Black Butler' instead?

I wasn't sure what to say after she was done. I suppose I could have comforted her, saying I knew how she felt, but I didn't know, and she'd only snap at me for saying I did. Would remaining silent be taken as uncaring? Did I even need to be considered caring in her eyes? I was supposed to be 'taming' her but that word seemed so vague now. Was it even taming she needed? As cheesy as it sounded, perhaps she just needed someone to really care for her. But that person couldn't be me, could it? Not if I wanted to prove my brother, my whole family, that they're not better than me. My thoughts were a bit drifting now, and in this time I had forgotten about replying altogether. Instead, she spoke up again, catching me a bit off guard with the end of her inquiry.

"At any rate are you going to give me a tour or should I simply fend for myself. And what do you expect of me aside from the obvious? You know am I a secretarial maidservant, cook, cleaning, or should I expect to warm your bed at night?"

I couldn't help but cough slightly. Hopefully I wasn't blushing either, but it was hard to tell... Was she making jokes or was that actually a request I could make? It was tempting, of course. She really was breathtaking, and it had been so long since I had the company of a beautiful woman in my bed, and never had it been one such as her. Even if she was just there to lay beside me at night, I know i'd probably sleep better than ever. "I wish.." I muttered, though I realized it was probably loud enough to hear so I tried to pretend I had said nothing. It didn't matter, though, because if she was only doing it as an order, then it would only feel wrong. As far as the other part to her question, I honestly hadn't given much thought to what she'd do. As far as I was concerned, I didn't need any damn maid. Chances were she'd get bored rather quickly.

"Well that part's up to you. Don't worry though, you have your own room and your own bed..." I said first, glancing away to mask that such news was dissapointing to me, but I quickly looked back. "The rest is generic. Cook, clean, laundry, maybe some garden work. The house is pretty well kept, I doubt you'll be overwhelmed.. Anyways, tour... yeah, I guess so. Come on."

As I got up from the chair, I motioned her to follow and began to walk, not really waiting to she if she had moved. I began to show her various rooms. The luxurious living room with the complete entertainment center and new crystalplasma television set. An entire gameroom with a couple pool tables and bar. The backyard with the colorful garden, pool and tennis court. Then the rest, location of bathrooms, bed/guest rooms. I showed her mine which probably was the worst kept room of the house, unsurprisingly enough. Finally we ended at her own room, which was originally a guest room and therefore larger than mine. There was a king sized bed, High-Def television, full sized dresser and a sliding glass door complete with its own small overlook to the garden and pool. At night with the pool lights on, the water reflected onto the glass rather soothingly. Her room even had its own walk in closet and bathroom with a a bath/hottub and large shower. I chuckled lightly to myself. She'd probably wonder what the catch was.

"So, yeah, this is yours. Do with it as you please, I don't really care. There're clothes in the closet, cosmetics in the dresser, bath utilities in the bathroom... You're pretty set. Anyways, the way I see it is, if I need you for anything, i'll knock once or twice and wait 15 seconds. If you don't answer by then, I reserve the right to enter.

Other than that, you may do the houswork as you see fit. Occasionally I'll request you to do something else. Whatever you're doing, you should drop it for my current request unless I state otherwise. When that's all done, you can use the house and its utilities for your own enjoyment. Though on some obvious notes, if you wish to watch TV downstairs while I am, I get the remote." I chuckled a bit at the end as if it were a joke, but it was the truth as well. "That's it, I guess. Anything else you want to know?"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

I could only see his reflection through the window so I wasn't sure how my story had taken to him. He probably didn't care as his silence was enough for me. Either way it didn't much matter I didn't ask him to be concern for my well being. If he just stuck to protocol I would be better off anyway.

When I had inquired about a tour and my job functions he seemed to blush. That was rather odd, wonder what it was about? At any rate I took my leave of the kitchen following behind him as he showed me around. There wasn't anything that didn't take my breath away. The house was definately different from others, it reminded me of times before the economic crash. When homes were simple. His was no different aside from the high quality accessories, items and entertainment equipment if his house were shrunk it would be like a regular middle class home.

I did however manage to keep my cool though, it wasn't as if I hadn't seen expensive things before but it had been years since my last master and when you have been isolated like me being let out of your cage had its effects.

When we got to his room I snorted, it was rather funny. But I had expected his room to be rather down trodden I don't even know why. I made a mental note to make it my job to tidy his place up, if not out of boredom at least. Biting on my lips to keep from laughing I followed to my room and had to do a double take.

The smile that broke out on my face was unmistakeable. I was suppose to have all this? But why? How was that possible? It was certain that I would be given the smallest most unaccomedating room in the mansion at least that's what I had expected but this. Immediately I went to the window and touched the window almost scared to open the door to the small balcony. When I looked to Isaac he only nodded uncaringly before I turned excited onto the balcony.

There I could see the garden and the pool, I wondered if I would be allowed to use it. But judging from what Isaac was saying it might be allowed. To think that such things were being given to me so easily. I hadn't even done anything to deserve them. I quickly glared at the beauty before me ready to burst into tears for the happiness I was being given. It was too much to ask but I turned to Isaac wanting to show my graditude... "I uh... this is nice." That's it? Come on you can do better than that, say thank you, say something. But it wasn't easy to break who I was, I didn't know how to be kind so I did what came natural.

At his mention of other things as he rattled them off I sorta zoned out ignoring them. Maybe later I would realize what he said but for now I was too content on all the things given. Bypassing him on the balcony I went to the closet and sure enough clothing more than I had ever dreamed. The bathroom was stocked, there was make up on the vanity, not like I'd use it but maybe a little. It was almost like a Cinderella story... but I'd be damned if I ever thought Isaac a prince.

 

[Ahren1]

Judging from her reaction, Jun was pleased with her accomidation. She hadn't said anything about the rest of the house, but I expected she had seen nice places before. It seemed she wasn't used to such a nice living space for her own, though. It made me wonder just what her previous masters were like. They couldn't have been that kind, or else she'd likely still be with one of them. Maybe they were and her services simply didn't live up to the investment. It made me curious, but by the way she replied to the Maid question, she wouldn't be very descriptive if they were bad memories, and it would only make him seem unsympathetic.

Right now, I was content just watching her beam happily at the room she had been provided. I didn't show it but her sudden cheer was rather contagious. It was just nice to see her excited about something, as before I wasn't sure she could do anything but be brooding and sad. I could tell she liked the balcony, and she looked in my direction as if to ask permission to use it. I give a small shrug and a nod and continue to watch as she smiles with delight, stepping out onto it. The way her hair and outfit flowed in the breeze was majestic on a beauty such as her, but I resisted showing any sign of my own pleasure at seeing hers.

When she turned back, I could see in her eyes she was thankful. Her words were a lot more subtle. "I uh... this is nice." She said softly. I nod again. Of course I wasn't expecting a hug or anything. Though the thought of it was nice. "Take some time to get settled in. Change, shower, whatever you feel the need to do. I expect you to start dinner within the hour though. The kitchen is well stocked, so make something you feel comfortable with for tonight. My family isn't home often, and my parents likely will not be home tonight. My brother..." I stop momentarily and scoff at the mere mention of him. "I'm not sure what he's doing, so don't worry about him... Just prepare for me, and yourself if you are hungry. I'll be downstairs..."

I turn to walk out of the room, but not before taking one last look at the lovely woman that now lived with me. She was a maid, not a slave, so I decided to stay polite for the most part, but I would not be lenient either. Hopefully she would be cooperative with the requests. If so, then perhaps my parents would see and think I had already done what they had asked. I definately should have asked them to elaborate on what they wanted of me, but for now, I.. wanted her to feel like this wasn't a prison but a home. As I head down the stairs, I toss my jacket onto one of the chairs in the living room and flop in front of the television. I sit for a few minutes just staring at the black screen. My thoughts were all on Juntilla. It wasn't like me to be so.. infatuated with a woman so quickly. It must have been my mind playing with me because I knew nothing could ever happen. It wouldn't be right. Surely she'd never want such from me.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

I watched as Isaac left me to my own devices a smart idea in my opinion but the idea that he wanted me to cook was hard to come by. One of my flaws of being the Black Maid was I couldn't do things that most maids could. Cooking was a definate no can do. Sighing I wondered if he'd beat me for burning down his kitchen like I'd done to so many other masters before him. I would try to cook that much I would do but there were no guarentees and he was already warned upon my purchase.

As I slipped out of my cloths I wondered about the finer part of my stay here. I had lovely accomendations but would that be all I'd get? Would I'd have to work extra hard in keeping them and what sort of things would I be expected to do outside of being a maid. Stepping into the shower I let the hot water fall over my body, noting in the mirror the reflective shower divider the cuts and scars left from previous masters and the academy staff. I wasn't called the Black Maid for what I couldn't do but it was more for what I represented. I was a constant reminder to the other maids what lifestyle they would lead if they followed in my wake.

They would be beatened, tortured, raped, and ultimately labeled. Shunned by society on both scales. While I didn't care either way it was still lonely in this world. I didn't do much to exact such an act but aparently one was not allowed to be themselves in society today. Everyone had to wear a mask and the whole lot of them could die for all I cared. Many of the girls who couldn't handle it had jumped to their deaths in the academy many others hanging themselves and some simply allowed the promiscous butlers to do as they pleased with their bodies if only to get away from the emotional pain.

I on the other hand detatched myself completely. To the point where beatings were second nature and didn't even hurt. The constant rapes, I slept through them a few times I even fought back and won. The ridicule was easiest I let people say and do what they wanted so long as they didn't bother me further than that. Being tortured was a differnet subject, either verbally, physically or mentally it all took time to deal with but I managed.

Yeah I managed... which was why I was currently curled into a ball crying my eyes out. It hurt too much to even think I would have to go through it all over again. At least in the academy there was a routine. I knew what to expect and how to go about detatching myself, now I had to wonder, to worry. And that's what broke me down.

My guard had been left open enough that I hadn't noticed a figure standing on the other side of the partion. "Who's there?" I had thought it Isaac but he did say he had a brother. And sure enough the divider slide open and another man similar in appearance to Isaac was standing stark naked. I wasn't sure what to expect so I screamed but before anything could get out a massive hand was clapped over my mouth and he was ordering me to be silent.

Like hell.. but then I didn't want to be raped not so soon after being released from that hell. Only I wondered if this was a new hell.


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Name: Lawrence Maxwell
Alias: Law
Eyes: Black
Age: 28
Ht: 6' 3"
Wt: 166lbs
Personality: Considered perfect in every way by his peers and his family, Lawrence or Law as he likes to be called his hardly that. He's devilish, calculating and has darker secrets then even his family knows about. His personality has a lot to be desidered as everything on the surface is opposite of what one may see at night. He is a twisted individual made possible by his parents' constant praise. With his brother's inhibitions to be a slacker it only gives Law more reason to make his life miserable as he swendles the family riches in gambling, women and underminded schemes with undeground mafia men and vagabonds.
Bio: Born the oldest of the family in Neolos Angeles, Lawerence wasn't always the perfect son. Before Isaac he was clumpsy misinformed and awkward but after his little brother attention shifted drastically where Isaac was allowed to get away with a lot, Lawerence was expected to be the perfect son. Despite this, Lawerence did not like being someone he was not and so he turned to the darker side of wealth where mafias rest. There he invested a lot of his money and even swendled some from his family and friends. Part of an underground organization his is third in line to become the mafia head while he is first in line for his own family's estate. Proud of this fact he has worked hard to humiliate his brother a small satisfaction to his life's work. However upon hearing that he may lose the estate, Lawerence has come up with his own plans in destroying his brother's chances with the Black Maid. Unable to completely trust that the girl wouldn't seduce his frail kind hearted brother.

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Well if this didn't beat all, my little brother had actually made purchase of the little tramp. I watched them carefully staying in the shadows, it was easier for me to get a good long look at the girl. She had interesting hair and she was quite the looker. I already knew the things I could have her do once I was introduced into the picture but for now I wouldn't push too hard. My charms and good looks would be enough to woo the little maid into my good graces. Then when she's had all she could stand I would deprave her of such things until she begged to be my servant. It was perfect, a wondrous thing... mother and father didn't even have to know.

Speaking of which they weren't do home at all tonight which was perfect. Maybe I could sneak into the girl's room and have a look-see. Chuckling I thought of about doing just that. Watching as my brother finished his tour and then ended in the guest room that had been fashioned for the maid. She was a maid, and undeserving of such a fine room... but leave it to my brother to have soft spot. That was his weakness...

As he finished rattling off various requirements I waited for him to leave before heading down the hall. I gave the woman plenty enough time for her to stripe and get cleaned up. As I opened the door I saw her cloths folded neatly on her bed. Well now at least she was cleaned, following the sound of a most angelic voice I made my way to the bathroom and took a sneak peak. There she was washing herself, singing a serene tone. A smile came to my lips she was definately going to be the bane of my brother's existence. I would not let him win this little charade my folks seemed hard pressed to continue.

They wanted to know who would be most suitable for the head position upon their decline. I was of course but they had always had a soft spot for my brother. He was allowed to slack off and get away with anything while I had to work hard and keep up appearances with the noble public. Everyone expected me to be perfect in every way possible but I wasn't always keen on that. Maybe that's where my brother and I were similar but that's also where it ended. I would lie, cheat and steal to be the head and there was nothing not even this little temptress going to stop me.

Slipping into the room I locked the door behind me and slowly discarded my clothing. No I was not going to do such a thing perhaps in another lifetime if I was that kind of scoundrel but my threats wouldn't make much of an impression if I didn't make the experence real to her. Opening the shower door there was a moment before she squeaked but I cupped my hand over her mouth pressing the woman against my body... interesting she was silky smooth and yet that label made it seem like she would be the most hideous and uncoth maid around. Imagine my surprise. Leaning into her I smiled drawing the warm water from her shoulders with my tounge. "You are rather divine my dear but that is not enough to turn my head or to make me any less greedy. I want you to understand that while my brother may be considered your true master, I am also under that label by contract of law. All maids are to give respects to the household heads no matter who purchased them initially. Thereby, at night when you are finished catering to my brother I would have you come to my room, knock three times and enter." I smiled as she struggled against me. The soap and water making it a real hassel but it was quite fun just the same. She was probably not at all pleased with my actions. To keep her still I placed my free hand on her belly pushing her firmly against myself. "Don't struggle it does nothing for you, I've trained plenty in martial arts. Something my brother can't even help you with." I chuckled but continued. "What we do at night is our business so you would do well not to tell him. When we are finished I will release you to your room to rest."

She might not follow me right off but it didn't matter I would give her time to understand that I meant business. The fact remained she would think I wanted other things from her... that wasn't the case. As lovely as she was I had other plans for her. Plans that would unintentionally interefere with her work and with my brother's progress. As I removed my hand she turned glaring eyes upon me ready to spit her venom. I simply snatched her cheek in hand and leaned in to take a very real kiss from her. "Ah sweet... don't say anything you might regret later." I said and smiled a rather devilish one. Taking my leave I grabbed a towel, "Return my cloths to my room, washed and pressed." I didn't have to do that but it was so most fun.

 

[Ahren1]

I had been laying on the couch for who knows how long now. The television being the only thing illuminating the room now as the sun had set during this time. The light of it reflected off my eyes as I watched, though my mind was elsewhere. Had you asked me what I was watching, I wouldn't have been able to tell you. I thought about Juntilla, and why this was happening to her. Why it was happening to me. So far, nothing about her had seemed out of the ordinary. She had a bit of a rough attitude, but it was definately better than some of the rich stiffs I had met before. So why her? She actually seemed sort of sweet at times, but maybe she was intimidated, or feeling defeated in such a position. Maybe it was all an act and she was going to get me to fall for her then somehow rob me. If that was it, it was working...

I had been sort of outcast, myself. But it was from a society I didn't feel like being a part of. The problem was, there was no society I did feel like being a part of. I didn't want to be some rich fuck who acted like anyone without money was some rat, but I didn't want to be some butler either. It was so fucked up how the economy had changed so radically to where there were only such classes. So many people couldn't be who they wanted to be. Surely a bunch of the richies didn't want their life, but saw no alternative. Was I really fighting it, or just rejecting it? I could sit around all day and not attend their functions and be the perfect son like my brother, but did it do anything? Lawrence. He hated me too. I hated him for being perfect and making me feel like I was nothing constantly. He hated me because he thought I got away with everything. Did he say it? Of course not, but I knew. I knew he would hate that I was given this chance to redeem myself and shove it in his face. In all honesty, it wasn't fair to him, but he had never been fair to me. It was time to even up that score.

But what did that require me to ask of Jun? Did I have to be a strict, serious master whom made her slave over everything she did until it was perfect? I might be a troublemaker and often an asshole, but I couldn't help but feel we were the same, and everytime I thought about how similar we were, I couldn't be strict with her. I wanted to show her someone could treat her with respect. Someone could care for her. It would be hard to be both strict and caring. It was almost like trying to be a parent, in a sense. That was not something I was ready for at all. Was this all just a test in responsibility? Was I supposed to balance kindness with severity?

My stomach growled a bit, and the hunger took over my thoughts. Finally my eyes darted to the clock. Two hours had passed since I had left Jun in her room. Her first order, and already she was slacking off? Is this why she was the Black Maid? If someone refused to do their work, why even try and sell them as a maid? I guess because some idiot like me would eventually come by and purchase them with no chance of refund and it would be all profit for them. Whatever, though. I wasn't irritated yet, just confused. She seemed pretty compliant on the way over. Was it something I said? I groaned softly as I pushed up from the sofa and began to head upstairs.

I had to flip the hallway lights on just to see where I was going, so it seemed Jun hadn't even left her room yet. I approached the door and knocked once, waiting patiently for a few seconds for a response or for the door to open. Nothing happened so I knocked again in case she did not hear. Still nothing. Finally, I shrugged and turned the knob, which was now locked. Sighing, I rustled into my pants pocket and retrieved the key.

"Jun? I said to start dinner at least an hour ago. What have you been doing?" I called as I began to open the door.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

I was already being broken down and hadn't even had the chance to prove myself yet. After Isaac's brother left, I had cleaned myself up and went to go downstairs but I couldn't stop trembling. Everytime I went to open the door my hands wouldn't stop shaking I was worried that his brother would be on the other side snearing... just waiting to pounce. Rather then leave I stayed in the room where I felt safest for now. I eventually had fallen asleep after crying myself to sleep.


Time had passed and against my better judgement and will I had let Isaac down for dinner. It wasn't like he'd enjoy the burnt toast I could cook but the fact remained I had not been prompt. Part of me didn't care another part wanted to be some what useful. Isaac wasn't a complete bonehead when it came to masters like him.

I only woke because I heard a knock and by the time the door opened I couldn't fix myself to look presentable. Laying in a fetal position on the bed was the first thing Isaac would see of me before I sat up rubbing my eyes. The lights turned on and I probably looked a mess cause I saw concern in his eyes before it was masked. "I uh.. I'm sorry sir, I was just..." there was no real excuse I could give him and the fact I called him sir was a definate slip up. I was nervous, I was frightened... I just didn't know what to do. But most of all it I didn't want to be seen like this.

Getting to my feet I quickly put on some slippers and passed Isaac heading for the door. He would most likely order me to stop and ask questions but I didn't give him the time. Instead I headed down the stairs practically running before I went to the kitchen. Pulling out pots, pans and cook book and some ingridents I tried to concentrate on fixing a dinner that Isaac would like, though that wasn't going well at all. More like burnt water (don't know how that happens), and an assortment of other burnt products but at the very least I was trying. If it just wasn't for these blasted tears. I rubbed at them frustratedly keeping myself turned away from Isaac and his prying. I didn't want to talk and I definately didn't need his brother to drop that bomb on me that he did. What had I gotten myself into?

 

[Ahren1]

As I opened the door, I noticed the lights were off. For some reason my first thought was that she probably escaped through the window or such. I'm not sure why I considered that. Was I a bad person for thinking she'd try and run off already? I turned for the light and flicked it on, only to see Jun curled up on the bed. It didn't look like a position someone would just sleep in. Immediately she sat up and rubbed at her eyes which were red and covered in dried tears. Even her words next confused me. "I uh.. I'm sorry sir, I was just..." What was going on? 'Sir'? She had barely wanted to speak my name before, let alone be so formal. She rushed past me through the door and began to literally dash downstairs.

I simply stood at the door of her room, not following after her at first. All I could think about was what I had possibly done to her to recieve this sudden change of attitude. Had I indirectly brought up a bad memory? Was I wrong asking her about the Black Maid situation? Maybe she had an irrational fear of cooking. Who could say, but I had to know. I didn't need her breaking down on me the first minute on the job. For both our sakes. I headed down the stairs calmly and crossed my arms over my chest as I entered the kitchen. I noticed her desperately trying to prepare something, though what was difficult to say as there didn't seem to be much logic to it.

"Jun?" I called out, just hoping for at least some response, but she didn't reply. She kept her back toward me as she worked at the kitchen and failing miserably. "Jun, are you all right?" I asked again. It was foolish, of course she wasn't all right, and if I had done something to her that caused her to act like this, surely she wasn't going to just say it. I approached her and noticed the burning of various food products on the stove and I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. She turned from me again, shrinking away and stiffening at my touch. I sigh to myself as I slowly guide her away from the stove and sit her at the table.

I try to look at her, but she continues to keep her head turned. Of course someone with her attitude wouldn't want me to see them cry, but it was hard for her to hide the tears and the redness it brought to her eyes and cheeks. Just seeing it brought a sting to my heart. What could I say at this point?

"Okay okay.." I chuckled lightly. "I have a taste for something specific, and it's not in the book. It's one of my favorites though, so how about I make it tonight and teach you for the future?"

She didn't respond, but I chose to continue anyways. I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I was acting rather silly, putting on a horrible fake French accent as I began to describe how this certian spahgetti dish was prepared. "This is my special Spahgetti Cabonara.. Some say 3 egg yolks... this is a mistake!" I smirk, beginning to get the saute pan. I knew I was acting like an idiot, but hopefully it would at least put a smile on her face even if it was because she thought I was a fool, or at least get her mind off of what might be bothering her. I continued the stupid little act as I described and prepared the meal in great detail. When there was a few minutes rest to let it cook, I pulled another chair over and sat in front of Jun in a similar fashion as before.

"Jun, I will respect your privacy to the best of my ability, but if something is bothering you and it's effecting this job, I need to know what is wrong, even if it's with me. Especially if it's with me. I may be your master, and there will times where I might be strict, but whatever those other masters were like.. it's not me. I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to have a better life... I want to help give it to you..." I reached out. I wanted to caress the smooth skin of her cheek and wipe away her tears from those majestic shimmering blue eyes, but she winced back not wanting to be touched. I pulled my hand back and frowned a bit, only hoping she would learn to understand. I sniffed the air and quickly turned back to the food, finishing it up and proceeding to pull out the plates and setting a spot for both of us.

"Let's have some dinner eh? I can't remember the last time I ate... I'm sure you're hungry too, so don't try and turn it down. Could you grab some drinks, please? Whatever you feel like, I don't care."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

I couldn't face him that was my problem. I felt ashamed that I couldn't get one over on that blasted man who had accousted me in the shower. Sure I could have used my usual tactics but growing up like I did and learning the things I did, I already knew what would and wouldn't work on people. There were just some people in the world you didn't mess with you could tell by how they carried themselves.

Isaac didn't seem like the type to get overly upset by my antics, afterall we were similiar and I wouldn't be upset by the way I acted if I were him either so there wasn't too much to worry about. At least that's how it felt to me.

Even as I tried cooking he pulled me away, to which I instinctively slipped from his grip. Not now, not now, I didn't need any kindness. It was easier to be beaten and hurt. It was a lot easier to cope then to have to deal with these weak emotions. Surely it would be easier if he just smacked me around a little but the fact he was being purposefully goofy trying to make me laugh hurt more.

I did my best to keep my composure frowning more than any smile could make its way through. Honestly I was cracking up on the inside but all these strange emotions wouldn't sort themselves out correctly. I was a mess...

His declaration was not welcomed, and even though it sounded sincere there were so many people out there that could act beyond their wildest dreams. He may not hurt me but what of the other man? No it was better to simply keep things professional and Isaac distant.

By the time he finished I looked up still frowning but managed to pull myself together enough to set up the dishes and silverwear. He began to fill our plates to which I only watched. That was until the other man had decided to enter the room. Fear? I don't know but I had my guard up, my hackles had risen and I wasn't going to be caught unaware this time.

==

"Good evening brother, madame. Ah dinner is it? Might I join you?" I asked in that usual voice so familiar to me. It was fake and anyone who was anyone would notice but it had been so practiced over the years that I had perfected it. Not even my brother could tell what was real or fake anymore. Though he had his guesses.

I could see the young maid sizing me up. She was confused that much was for sure, but I wasn't worried. She wouldnt' tell my brother what had happened and she definately didn't want to exact my wrath upon her. The label given to her had to be for other reason and I had my guesses. If she were anything like the girls in the underground circuit then she'd been beaten, used and discarded many times through the maid system. It was funny really no matter who you were you couldn't get away from such a lifestyle. "Ah where are my manners, I am Lawerence Maxwell, Isaac's brother. How do you do madame?" Pouring it on thick I didn't really care but it was better to introduce myself now then later. She balked slightly but shook my hand, shakey as they were. I embraced her in a hug only to whisper, "Keep it quiet and things will go smoothly. I want you in my room at 1 o'clock sharp. No excuses." With that exchange I let her out of the hug to smile that winning smile. My brother was always clueless as to how I did things.

Even though I had asked to join them for dinner I was pretty sure my brother didn't make enough but for only two. So I didn't bother sitting down or making myself comfortable. Besides I was on my way to my other lifestyle. I bypassed them both snatching a beer from the fridge, dad's of course but he always assumed that Isaac had stole them. The boy didn't even like beer which was the fun for me. "Ah well look at the time. I have a pressing engagement to attend to. Do enjoy yourselves." As I was about to leave I chanced a look at the maid one that was missed by my brother and she quickly looked away.

 

[Ahren1]

As I began to set the food on the plates, I had ceased my foolish act. It seemed the harder I tried to be nice, the more broken she looked. Was she so used to fierce masters that I was actually scaring her? Did she think I was putting on an act? But why should she trust me? I hadn't given her much reason to. There are plenty of sociopaths out there who pat you on the head only to turn around and cut your throat open. Perhaps her other masters were like that. Perhaps at this rate, I just seemed exactly like them. That thought alone hurt. I didn't wish to be mean to her, but if she disliked me being kind, what option was left? I felt so helpless and I was beginning to feel her pain just from looking at her. It was an awful experience and I just wanted it to end. This was all a mistake... I should have never agreed to this, I should have never have bought her. Then she wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be falling for her and she wouldn't be breaking my heart without saying a single word...

What was happening to me? I never let girls get to me so easily, but perhaps it was because of her nature, and her similarity to myself that I so desperately wanted to help her. It didn't help that she was gorgeous and sexy and had a strong attitude, at least most of the time. I was already so weak around her that this could all be some setup to manipulate me and she'd already have me wrapped around her finger. I knew I was pathetic if that were the case, but if she was sincere, then wanting to help her was the right attitude... It had to be. I decided to just stop talking, because everything I said seemed to make her frown more. Perhaps if I was harsher, she'd respond better, but obviously that was out of the question considering my feelings for her now.

Before I could even began to eat, the only thing happened that could possibly make this situation more uncomfortable and painful. My brother arrived. How long had he been here? I hadn't heard the door. The way he acted, so kind and proper. It made me sick. I had never really seen him be anything but, however I knew from the depths of my soul that he was even more troubled than I was. I knew he hated me as I hated him and I knew he wasn't going to let this be easy for me. After all, I was trying to take his precious position of house head. He shouldn't be smiling right now. He should be scowling the same way I was to him. He should be bitching, or yelling, or showing some sign of displeasure, but no, he continued to be cheerful and it drove me insane. He had to know this. He had asked to join us, but I was too busy glaring at him with clear displeasure to his presence to answer. Obviously I didn't want that.

The way he spoke to Jun and embraced her made me wince even more. Surely she was upset by his kindness as well. The fact that he was even giving her a hug made my fists tighten. So badly did I wish to knock him out cold right here and now, but if it were that easy, I would have hit him long ago. No, he was skilled. He'd twist my arm like it was a toothpick and all it would accomplish would be to make me seem weak in front of Jun. I even felt jealous that he had so easily taken her in his arms when I was afraid to even touch her. I wanted to be the one to embrace her. I stared down at my plate, not even wanting to look anymore. Anyone who knew me well would know that my silence meant I was truly angry.

Thankfully, he had either taken the hint, or really did have other matters to attend to, as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out. That was just the tip of it all. Dad always got on my case for drinking all the beer when it was Law who did it. I didn't even fucking like beer that much. Especially not the kind Dad drank. When I was sure he was gone and would not hear anything, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying not to slam the table or cause any commotion. In truth, I wanted to break everything. I wanted to pick up the chair and slam it against the wall, but if I did that, it would likely only scare Jun into thinking I could be abusive, and it would only set me back. I had to prove to her that I wasn't like the others, that I did care about her.

"I really fucking hate him. Words cannot express..." I say in almost a whisper, playing with the food on my fork. I then chuckle and shake my head. I was now in such a bad mood that I was laughing at my own poor luck. I wasn't going to let him get to me though. I was going to do my best to make sure Jun had a pleasant evening. Whether or not that meant just silently sitting. I began to eat quietly, just focusing on the taste of the food instead. It was good as always, but I had sort of lost my appetite now. Still, I wasn't going to let it go to waste. I glance over to Jun who hadn't begun to eat yet.

"It's good, I promise.." I finally speak up. I tried not to say much per my better judgement, though the other part of me wanted to make a dumb joke or something else to try and make her smile, but she had barely spoken to me, so I wanted to see what she said, first...

 

[Kuuroinochou]

I remained quiet for the time being, when his brother entered it was no reason to speak. The pompous idiot blew a lot of hot air but I had a feeling he would blow if provoked. Isaac didn't seem too inclined to say anything even when Lawerence was hugging me. I didn't know what I expected from him really, to save me? Hardly, there was nothing I needed saving from. No one would protect me, why would they? There wasn't anything about me anyone liked outside of their own selfish needs. Cook, clean, fuck... I shuddered but managed to keep my wits about me.

When Lawerence finally left, I managed a true sigh. It was a relief that guy filled the air with a thick substance of hatred. Either for those around him or himself alone. I didn't know and really didn't care so long as he left me alone.

But I still had an engagement at 1 in the AM. Not wanting to dwell on that I tried eating but suddenly lost my appetite. Watching Isaac the reply he gave managed to bring a smile to my face. Interstingly enough we were in agreement. Even though it was whispered I had developed a strong threshold for words directed my way on a whisper. Even though I wasn't hungry there was no point in wasting food so I just ate despite myself. After a while the food was gone and interestingly it was good. "Foods good." I said finally managing to find my voice. "And uh... earlier it was nothing really. Just a little out of place." It wasn't the complete truth but it wasn't a lie either. There was no reason to lie right?

"I can clean up." I finally offered taking his empty plate and my own. I knew how to clean dishes at the very least so it all worked out at some point. Heading to the sink I busied my hands with some work trying to get them back into order instead of shaking so much. Eventually it worked and my nerves had calmed considerably now that there was something for me to do. When I was finished Isaac was there still watching over me, I nodded slightly but a glare had came over my features. What was he staring at? "You know its not polite to stare..." though that wasn't my major concern it didn't feel right unless I was arguing with him or at least putting up a hard front.

 

[Ahren1]

We ate in a silence that was probably for both our own good. There was nothing I really could say right now because I didn't understand what was wrong, and obviously she didn't want me to be nice. I understood the more that I thought about it. There had been plenty of times where people tried to calm me in the past by being kind and I would snap back or just get more upset. I saw it as a mask for their true feelings, and it bothered me when people were fake. She likely felt the same way now, and there wasn't really any way to convince her that I really did care. I was having a hard time convincing myself that I cared. I never cared about anyone. Even when I had girlfriends in the past, I usually put myself before them selfishly. This girl wasn't even involved with me in that way and I was trying to please her. It was just too ironic, seeing that she was my new maid.

At least she was eating, so that was somewhat of a good sign. She even finally spoke up, commenting on the food. I nodded as a response of thanks, not wanting to really ruin it by saying anything foolish, plus she apparently was not done speaking. "And uh... earlier it was nothing really. Just a little out of place." She said softly as if she hadn't spoken in a year. I nodded again in understanding. I couldn't help but get the feeling that it wasn't completely true, but if she hadn't told me what was really bothering her by now, it was clear she wasn't ready to trust me yet.

As we finished, she offered to clean almost immediately. I allowed her to, handing her my plate and thanking her as she walked to the sink. Despite the fact that we were done, and I would have likely walked away by now if this had been some random maid, I couldn't help but watch her work. The way she handled the dishes seemed completely contradictory to her rough attitude before. She handled them with a delicate touch yet worked thoroughly to make them look good as new. It was strange how enticing this woman was to where even a common act like dishwashing was almost mesmerizing. It was so that I didn't even notice that I had been staring, and Jun was quick to point it out to me as she glared back and commented about how it wasn't polite. The tone was reminicient of when I first met her, so it seemed like whatever had happened, she was transitioning back to normal. It was hard to determine whether or not this was a good thing, as we'd probably be back to snapping at each other in no time. I got the sense that she almost wanted me to go back to my normal attitude as well, though I wasn't honestly in the mood, but if it made her happy, i'd play along.

"Yeah, you're a real good judge on politeness. I seem to recall some maid calling me a perv for just looking at her not too long ago! You know, I paid 900,000. I may as well take the time at admiring my purchase!" I say with a smirk, though I try to keep the tone implying I was just playing with her. I cross my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. Some of my hair drifts in front of my eyes as I continue to watch her purposefully this time.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bantering back and forth was something of a luxuery for me but I could tell he wasn't completely into it. No matter his comment left him open for a reply no doubt is doing on purpose. "I believe there was a maid who warned you about a high purchase and her unintentions of helping you around the house." though that didn't have much hold considering I had just finished the dishes I didn't care so long as things were similar to how they'd used to be.

If arguing wether playful or serious were our only means of normalicy I would take that over that whimpering pile of uselessness I had become prior. It didn't suit me and I hated feeling helpless.

Even though he had left himself open and had obligued the invitation for a bit of banter it was obvious neither one of us were into it. I didn't have the usual bite and he was actually making it easy for me to peg him on the playful side. Shaking my head with a knowing smirk I left him to stare as I exited the kitchen. Maybe there was something for me to do around here. Sure I was the maid and it was my job but that didn't mean I wasn't above occupying my time with a little housework. Even so from earlier I could tell my usefulness wasn't really needed. The house needed a bit of dusting perhaps some vaccuming and mopping of various floors just the basics really but other than that it was emaculate and a single maid like me was hardly needed.

So why then did Isaac acquire my services? It still didn't add up and despite his simularities to my own personality that wasn't going to be enough to make me trust him. No. Something didn't seem right. Being that it was later in the evening I was dreading the later night not wanting to deal with Lawerence any time soon but Isaac was an enigma and I couldn't figure out his angle as easily as I had liked. Oh well... by this time I was wandering around the house just moving from one room to the next trying to get a feel for the place, and mostly trapped in thought. What was I suppose to do with myself here?

 

[Ahren1]

Despite her attempt to revert back to normal behavior, Jun seemed to be even less interested in banter than I was. Obviously something was bothering her, but it was difficult to put my finger on. Putting myself in her situation wasn't easy. I couldn't claim to know what she had been through before, so I could not assume I was being a better master than any before. Maybe that was it. Maybe she did have a nice master before and for one reason or another could not remain. That didn't really feel like the case, considering her reaction to the house earlier. I kept replaying the day in my head, wondering if I had done something wrong. Surely nothing I said offended her, as she seemed to have a rather strong personality, and her position probably invited plenty of comments that I would never even dream of saying or even thinking about her.

As far as I was concerned, she was lovely. I enjoyed the fire in her personality. I could easily see why others whom were specifically looking for a maid might disagree, but my situation is different. Besides, as much as I hated to admit it, her labeling did have some effect on my judgment in that if I were indeed there to get a maid, I likely would not have chosen one with such a designation as her own. I wondered if that made me a bad person, but society was hard to deal with now. In her position, if she had wanted a good life from the start, she should have just done what everyone asked of her. Just thinking like that, even for a moment, made me sick. Could a person not be themselves anymore? Did we truly have to wear some mask over our personality no matter who we were?

Her reply was less venemous than I had anticipated, and I couldn't really think of much to respond with. There wasn't much sport in it when it was clear neither of us were in the mood. I disliked feeling so helpless. I was supposed to be independant and tough. I had gotten myself out of terrible situations and I couldn't even think of one word to say to this poor girl. I watched from a distance as she observed the house more. It was likely she was looking for the work that needed to be done, but the house was well kept as it was. I didn't exactly throw parties and other than that, no one was ever home. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to explain to her why I purchased her services, and I knew as soon as I did so, she would probably never trust me. I know I wouldn't like being told I was only being used. Even if I was sincere in wishing to make her life better, it didn't change the fact that I went into that auction house intending to buy someone just for my own personal gain. I didn't care at that point, but it was getting to me now.

She finally stopped wandering and stood defeated as if there was nowhere else to go. I approached from behind, leaning against a wall and shrugging lightly. "Lost already? You could always start with my room. I was generous enough to leave it as it was for you, so you wouldn't get too bored, eh?" I gave a smirk, but sighed mentally. I had no idea what I was getting at. It was getting somewhat late, but I wasn't tired. I wanted to do something to entertain her, but what? I approached the rear porch sliding glass door and observed the illuminated pool. "Pool hasn't been tested lately either. You could give that a go." I chuckled a bit. It seemed like an odd thing to say, even in my own mind. Was I that eager to see her in a bathing suit?

 

[Kuuroinochou]

So my life had come to this then? I was a complete mess unsure of where I was needed or where I wanted to go for that matter. I could tell Isaac was about as lost as me but at the very least he had a home for himself unlike me I was anything but a visitor. More like a spectator to simply watch from afar as the happy lives of those with money is dangled in my face. And even as I had done so many times before looking out the window of the Academy as each made was escorted to a waiting limo I had wondered what my life would be like. What would my perfect master do for me? Would he be gentle and kind allow me to work and learn at my own pace? Or would he be vehement and unforgiving? Always quick to put the blame on me even when it wasn't my fault. I'd had plenty of those masters the cowards unwilling to stand up to their faults and be a man about it. Rather they would blame the poor maid and beat her senseless until she fessed up to such crimes even though they knew it wasn't her doing. I growled just thinking of those times...

That was when I heard Isaac in the back of my mind. Blinking I looked around me noticing I was just standing in the hall as if lost. "Huh..." I hadn't heard him but had to at least acknowledge that he was there. I smirked slightly at mention of his room. Yes that would be a project for another time I was quite certain he didn't mind it being that way or not so I didn't bother rushing to clean it. Besides let the pig lay where he may. For now the sound of a dip in the pool was interesting.

Arching a brow I followed him onto the porch and smiled as the water's surface shimmered in the pale lighting. "I think I might take you up on that offer." I spoke finally but then something came to mind... the scars on my body they were hidden for the most part but in a bathing suit I could do nothing to hide them and with it questions would be unavoidable.

Frowing I turned away, "On second thought." I offered and went to his room deciding this project would be the safest. At the very least I could remain in his company and delay time long enough before my encounter with Lawrence. Just thinking of him made my stomach churn but I managed to keep my lunch despite myself. Entering his room I arched a brow not at all surprised at how unkept it was. "Any specifics?" I asked wanting to make sure that I had approval to clean and move various things that he may or may not want moved. It just made my work easier if I knew before hand what was approved or not, I would hate to be deep in my work only to be thrown down a flight of stairs and held back for a week or so before returning to a mountain of chores.