The past few days were hell for Aletheia. It was any surprise she was keeping things together as well as she did. Maybe it was the alcohol she was drowning herself in that seemed to calm her nerves just enough to last her for a while or maybe the fact that she was able to drown herself into both of her jobs that way all she needed to really worry about was sleep and food. As temporary as those comforts were, by the end of the day, when she was sitting alone in her room in the slave’s courters all her troubles and worries still came to haunt her.
Things were getting worse. The situations here at the house, between her and her master were spiraling out of control and she was partly to blame for it. She came in with this hardcore attitude thinking she could control him and bend him to her will, but she was gravely mistaken. She had underestimated him and he was a piece of work. He was demanding, arrogant, rude, and uncaring. She hated him. Yet somehow she felt dawn to him sexually as well and that she hated even more. But now things were fucked. The minute he relinquished her of her duties as a slave she knew she went too far.
And then there was the call. The call that she received from Ambrose telling her what the doctors said. “I don’t have long, Allie. Maybe a few months to a few days.” That’s what he told her and it nearly tore her apart. Ambrose was her brother and her friend. Ever since their uncle passed away a few years ago, he was their rock just like her uncle was. Her rock. Now she was about to lose him, too. They were the only male figures in her life that she ever respected and loved. Every time she thought about Ambrose she felt sick.
That’s when she began drinking. It was a way of calming her nerves. It helped her regain the control she had lost, just for a little while, just enough for her to pass out and forget everything until morning. Last night was no different, and this time she didn’t even need to sneak into her master’s stash since her friend Jonah was kind enough to give her one of his own. She spent the whole night drinking nearly half the bottle before passing out.
She jumped as something plush and firm hit her in the head. She held her head as the pain started creeping in on her. She groaned and slowly sat up, her brown hair sticking every which way. She turned to her master, squinting at him, “What?” She asked moving her hand behind her back to clasp the back of her bra, which somehow came undone during her drunken haze. She yawned, “Finally you’re allowing me to go back huh? I told you there was no point in me staying here if I’m not going to do anything. Oh and my paycheck came in last night.” She grabbed the envelope from underneath the half empty bottle of whisky on the bedside table. She climbed out of bed pulling at her underwear and she went over to him and held out the envelope, “And don’t worry about that bottle. It isn’t yours.”
Letting her finish speaking, Asi remained quiet. His eyes wandered on her face then watched as she took an envelope from under a bottle of whiskey. She reeked of alcohol and wondered to himself if she had always been like this? And if that was the case, why didn’t he see it? If he knew how she was he would have kicked her out the first day she stepped in his household.
The thing was he couldn’t really tell; he didn’t know and for the month or so she stayed in his house, he never got to know her. And he wasn’t about to start now.
“You’re going home, Aletheia,” he spoke her name for the first time, his face naked of his usual arrogant glare. He was simply not going to deal with her anymore and he was going to let her know this. “Don’t speak another word. Quietly pack your belongings. You have 30 minutes to get ready,” and walked out her room.
He planned to take Ambrose back today and he didn’t care if the man was sick. He would take the man in and provide the best medical care for his slave. The replacement could stay home where she would no longer be a bother to him. He didn’t need her disobedience although he really thought he would’ve been effective like her cousin. He was wrong.
How about being that other kind of slave? He thought to himself. He couldn’t deny the fact that they had good chemistry in bed. He was reminded of the night he spent in her room… That wasn’t planned. Of course not, but he went along with it. He was curious how she would be in bed and he learned that she
was exquisite wasn’t bad.
But it didn’t change the fact that she was still the same rude and defiant slave. He definitely didn’t want the headache of dealing with her on a daily basis. Soon he will be going back home to Tangier. He needed someone trust-worthy, someone who would take care of his family’s properties while he wasn’t around.
He do trusts his other slaves but he needed someone to keep them in place. And Ambrose did that very well for him.
And so, he’d decided he was claiming his slave back.
He sat in his car deciding to drive them to Ambrose’ place which location he very well knew. Seeing her walking towards the car, he started the engine. He rolled the window down and instructed her to, “Sit in the front.”
Once she was buckled in, he drove out of the driveway and into the main road letting silence fall between them.
They arrived at Ambrose’s residence in no time. He got out of the car and walked towards the door where he waited for the slave. He let her knock and waited for the door to open…
Tagged as: RP: Theia 5.
Reblogged from: theia-milonakis-deactivated2012
Originally posted by: asi-duran