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As Alistair grabbed her hand with his fingers, Hanako's face became as red as a freshly-picked strawberry. Her glasses became so fogged, she could no longer see out of them, so she had to peer out above them to the best of her ability if she wished to gaze upon her master. She hated how nervous he made her and she wasn't entirely sure why that was. Was it his looks? The way he spoke? The softness he showed her? Or could it be that she knew he had a short temper? Hanako had been around short-tempered men before and it never ended well for her. Her job as a servant was one she took because it was the only thing she was really good at. That and the fact that she had no where else to go.
The last job as a servant she had was one of brutality. She still has scars from the lashings she received from her former master. Unfortunately, she was forced into servitude under him due to her mother's feelings for the man. Outwardly, he seemed kind, caring, and a generous person. But on the inside, he was a manipulative villain who was only toying with the emotions of Hanako's mother. Though she was just a girl, maybe 8 years old, if she fumbled or messed up a task, she was whipped. Her scars are along her back and front, in places normally covered by clothing so no one would see. Hanako still kept this all a secret from Alistair. Perhaps to either keep her from reliving the experience more than she already does, or perhaps to prevent him from getting any ideas. Hanako felt in her heart that Alistair would never be so brutal, but her mother thought the same of her master. And the end result was in a stoning that killed her.
Alistair popped the skittle into Hanako's mouth after he carefully pulled her lower lip down. She graciously chewed the sweet candy and swallowed it. With a bow, she thanked him. When she rose, she noticed he had turned away from her and walked to the rail of the yacht. Her heart sank slightly. Had she done something wrong? Was she boring him? His orders brought her out of her thoughts.
"Bring me the phone, would you, Hanako?" Hanako jumped slightly at the sudden request. She had been lost in thought again, but she nodded, bowing again.
"Y-Yes! Of course, Master." With that, the girl scuttled away in search of the object her master had asked for. Within a few, short minutes, the shy girl returned giving a low bow and offering him the phone.
"Your phone, s-sir!"