Micheal shut the door and stood infront Amelia just as he was told.While she gazed upon him Micheal glanced around the room.Nothing sparked his intrest.Then he looked back at his master quickly.
Amelie pursed her lips, looking at him thoughtfully. "Do you have a name?" She brought her eyes up to his. But then something about doing that made her stomach feel weird. He was just a slave, wasn't he? She shouldn't feel anything but ownership... She wasn't even sure what had caused the strange feeling. Was it attraction? Was it intimidation? Perhaps a little of both. But whatever feelings they were they'd have to be forced away.
It's Micheal mam"He said noticing that she actually looked him in the eye.Micheal soon shifted his eyes downward.He thought about how beautiful her eyes were as he looked down at the ground.As soon as he realized he was devolping an attraction to his master Micheal drove the thought away.Slaves weren't suppost to feel attraction to their Masters.
"Micheal..." Amelia tried it and decided she liked it. She nodded as if in aproval and stood, walking around him and looking him up and down again as she circled him, her hands clasped behind her back. "I don't like mam. You'll call me miss, my lady, or master." Women didn't often like being called master as it usually made most assume that master referred to a man, but she didn't care.
Micheal nodded while saying"Yes my lady".He stood silently after that while Amelia circled him while looking him up and down.But that silence was soon broken when Micheal said "Do you need me to do anything my lady".
Amelia stopped behind him. "Well...um..." She sighed. "I..." She bit her lip. What was she supposed to tell him. "I want you to go down to the kitchens and get me a snack."
"Are you allergic to anything my lady"Micheal asked her.He certainly didn't want her to become sick.If that did happen he would be beaten or worse.As these thoughts ran through his head Micheal awaited her answer.
"No, but I don't like nuts and I'm in the mood for turkey. Just tell the cook I want a sandwich with turkey and he'd know how to make it. You can deliver it when it's made." Amelia instructed. Eventually she'd make sure he could get her food when the cook wasn't working, but for now she wanted something very specific that the cook would know how to make.
((Turkey sandwhiches are the best!!But I would never eat my turkeys))
Micheal nodded and went downstairs.He then looked around before going the direction the wonderful smell was coming from.He opened the door to kitchen and looked in."My master wants a sandwhich with turkey"He said to the cook.The cook nodded before getting strait to it.Soon the sandwhich was done."Thank you"Micheal said before going back to Amelia's room with the sandwhich.
Amelia sat in the window seat with a book. She was clueless as to what to do with her new slave. She thought she'd enjoy having her own slave to order around, but it was just a lot of pressure. If she didn't keep him busy, her parents woulf judge her for letting him sit around to do nothing.
Micheal walked in and stared at Amelia for a second."My lady,your sandwhich is here"He said stepping closer to her.Then he stared at her some more waiting for her to reply.
Amelia finished her page before shutting the book and setting it aside. "Set it on the table over there." She gesterured where she spoke of. She had felt his stare and it had felt so strange to her. She wanted to tell him not to do that but at the same time for some reason she didn't...
Micheal followed directions and then turned back to her.She wasn't harsh as some previous masters he had.Micheal would just have to see later if she was cruel or not."Do you need me to do anything else my lady"Micheal asked Amelia.
"Take my laundry and go wash it." Amelia ordered, not unkindly, but pulling an authorative tone. He laundry was currently gathered in a pile over in a corner.
"Yes my lady"Micheal said with a hint of sorrow.He grabbed the clothes and went to go wash it.While washing the clothes he said to himself "Guess she won't be nice all the time".
Amelia ate quickly and sat back, sighing deeply. Really, what was she doing? What kind of owner what she supposed to be? She didn't like his tone just before he left, but should she treat that by repremending him or treating him kinder?
Micheal was soon done with the laundry.He came in and hung it up in the closet."Anything else my lady"Micheal said.
((This is going to end up in a loop.))
((I'm thinking, I'm thinking.))
Amelia sighed deeply. "This is rediculous. How do people enjoy ordering slaves aorund?" She seemed to direct this question at Micheal but didn't give him a chance to answer anyway. "Sit, rest, have a conversation with me. I'm bored and there's no one better to talk to."