Alexandria Parker
Alex groaned softly as she heard the overseer call for her. Whatever he wanted, it probably wasn't going to be good. With a sigh, she stood. Her extremely short bottoms were rather uncomfortable, being like yoga pants but without the pant legs. She had a tank top on that moved a little too much for her comfort, but thanks to the bra, didn't reveal anything. She was sixteen and something close to a stupid prostitute with her education mixed in, the only difference, it wasn't her choice.
She walked to the kitchen where she was told to go. They wanted her to serve breakfast for some reason. Maybe it was that the old slave that usually did it had died and they didn't quite have a replacement yet, or maybe they just wanted her to do it from now on.
She grabbed the single dish that was there, only one person must be downstairs so far. She sighed inwardly as she picked it up, training from the previous master coming in use. It was interesting how he had actually taught her all the slave skills though she didn't necessarily use them all the time.
Walking out into the dining room, she saw Caleb at the table, drawing an incomprehensible drawing in his book. "There's fine," He says without looking up as he heard the clicking heels. She didn't really know what to say, so she just placed the plate down in front of him. "I'll take a glass of water," He says, still not looking up.
Alex wanted to sigh, but didn't and plastered on the fake smile that was so practiced, it was almost real. She went to the cart with a jug of water by the window and saw some orca swimming along. She smiled truly for a moment as she poured the water, cursing under her breath as the water overflowed and she missed the cup. It wasn't like her to do such a thing just because she got distracted.
She quickly poured the little bit of too much water back into the jug before going to put the glass of water in front of Caleb who had only watched, but not said anything about the spill. He didn't normally get mad about the small simple mistakes, didn't see reason and she was thankful for it though he was one to enjoy the slaves that served his every whim. He had never called for her thankfully.
"Just clean it up and wait for the others I suppose," He says with a shrug as he takes to eating whatever was on his plate. He hadn't quite realized what he was eating until he swallowed. The food was spectacular and he couldn't deny it. He smiled at the plate before resuming studying the book.
Alex, who had nodded, moved to go back to the cart, grabbing towels from the kitchen right before, and began to clean up the mess. She wondered why things were happening as they were. Wasn't the US said to have been a free place long ago? Or thought to be?
She was careful as she mopped up the rather annoying mess, it was not going to be an easy day if this was how it was going to go.
Only then did she remember the new slave again. He was supposed to have been a bedslave she heard... Someone who might understand what it was like to be treated as nothing but a body to be used. Was he close to her age or was he way older? Was perhaps another pretty face without a nice personality, or the other way around? There were so many questions that only time could answer properly.