Thread: To make a slave out of her (Frogger X QB)

Rebecca went on up to her own room. It was rather plain, given the way the rest of the house was in comparison. Instead of having posters on the walls, or little frames pictures along the bureau like most teenage girls- there was no little personal touches like this. The tops of the nightstand was bare except for the alarm clock and a lamp. On the desk near the window was a shelf, stuffed with textbooks and a dictionary. There was only a few papers, but those were organized into neat piles. Almost everything in her room was organized. All her books in her bookcase was alphabetized by author, then by title. Her shirts were color-coordinated, and the same went with her pants. It wasnt like she was exactly particular about how her things should be. No, that wasnt the case at all. It was just easier to have it all organized the way they should be. That was how she kept up with all the schoolwork, and the duties of being on the Student Ancillary Council entailed. After dropping her bag onto the made bed, she sat down to remove her shoes and socks. Various thoughts from the day crossed through her mind, but what really stood out the most was how Nina had been taken away on a stretcher. It was most definitely an image that wasnt going to be leaving anytime in the near future. Just think.it was only a piece of tile coming from the ceiling that caused her collapse. Maybe that will persuade Reira that the move is the best thing to do, and so the process can move along more smoothly. She decided to remain in her uniform. It was fairly comfortable, and there was no need to dirty up more clothes that what was necessary. Why change out of the uniform, only to change into some pajamas an hour or two later? There was no need for all that hassle. Once she tied her hair back into a braid, with just a few locks framing her face, she gathered together what materials she needed for homework tonight. It was only a few textbooks, papers, and a calculator luckily. Usually she had a lot of work to do, but today she decided to work on homework during her free time. In the long-run, less to do. Which was a relief in this case, seeing as how her master asked for help. On the stairs she almost ran into him, causing her to stumble and almost drop things. Together they went down into the living room, where he turned on the television to World News. To answer your question from earlier she murmured. I just work hard. Im not more talented than you, or any other person in the school. What I have going for me is the fact that I am willing to study for all my classes, and I happen to do well on the tests. Thats all. And Im only well-liked because of you. That, and I dont hang out with many other people. The homework and textbook for math was set up on the coffee table quickly. When he spoke about his preference for dinner, she merely nodded. Alright. There are plenty of leftovers from yesterday, so that is fine with me. As for what happens tonightthat is up to you. Master. The last word was spoken quietly. It is only within these four walls that she would call him by such a title. Here, she wasnt the confident, stubborn young woman she is outside of it. No. She was the demure slave as was required, ready to serve her master as he wishes.