Thread: My Best Friend, My Owner [Searching4shadows / Jarrod]

Nicholas' family mansion laid at the edge of the Estates - a sprawling structure built in the Victorian-style, hidden amongst tall spruces. Constructed more than a century ago, Nicholas' great-grandfather had intended it to be a thriving home of an extended family. Yet these days, three generations later, Nicholas is the only Von Paar in residence. Just him and a handful of household staff. The brownstone facade was shrouded in shadows as the car rolled up to its front doors. At the foot of the steps a man waited under a black umbrella. Ducking from the rain, the car's passengers soon found themselves in the mansion's foyer. The man with the umbrella was introduced as Mr. Norton , the butler and cook of the house... and almost too corny to be true, Jenna would find that he spoke with a refined New England accent. The usual... arrangement with the new girl, sir? Yes. Nicholas started up the stairs. Oh, and, where did you leave Babydoll? I took the liberty of placing her in your bedroom, inside the cage, Master Nicholas. Good man. You have yourself a good evening Norton. Thank you. You too sir. Jenna, follow me. Nicholas unchained the curled-up figure and lifted it into his arms. She stirred. Master? Please, no more... You lil' sleepyhead. Have you learned your lesson?... Yes, I promise I will never ever... Good. I'll hold you to that. Now go back to sleep. He gently laid Babydoll onto his bed and pulled the covers over her nakedness. A quick shower later, he joined her underneath them. Spooned the girl as he tried to fall asleep. But thoughts of another woman kept him awake far longer than he hoped. Jenna had came by before. Years ago. Nicholas recalled his embarrassment seeing her jaw drop at her first sight of house. He knew about her family's limited means. That he was born into the 1 while his best friend had to scrap by sat uneasily with his younger self. In his head, this mansion embodied the chasm between them. Jenna is here once more, under vastly different circumstances. For a brief moment, Nicholas felt uncertain about the ordeal she will be put through. How could he put a friend through this? Yet, slaves are to be trained and conditioned. No exceptions. Or else everything he had built up will crumble. First lesson Hammer home her insignificance stamp out whatever self-worth she has. As the newest slave she occupies the lowest strata here. An afterthought to her Master. If she wanted that to change, she has got to earn it. Wait here. Master Nicholas will speak to you when he is ready. Jenna would find herself left inside a small and bare room. A room which seemed to stick out like sore thumb inside the opulent mansion. It was windowless, harshly illuminated by a single bulb hanging from a wire, its wall unpainted, the floor covered by threadbare grey carpet. The entire space was unfurnished, or rather completely empty. Not even a mattress. That is important, because Jenna would spend the next 16 hours in room, which she would eventually discover was locked from the outside. No matter what she does, no one would come by. Although unbeknownst to her she is monitored via a pin-hole camera. It wasn't until six in the evening of the following day did the door open to reveal Norton. Come, Master Nicholas is asking for you.