"Ava?" My Master says as I open the door and slide in next to him.He had a mop of curly brown hair and even in the dark, he looked handsome. I simply smile and nod. "Yes sir." It comes out more confident then I thought I would sound or than how I feel.
He looks at me and I take a sharp breathe when he does. His eyes are bright green and harsh looking. His eyes soften a little and he just blinks and nods then turns back around towards the window. I guess he has to pick up slaves a lot.
After a long awkward car ride we finally arrive at his mansion. It is huge. I guess this is what a hive looks like. This a lot different than what I'm used to.
I slowly enter the big building gazing at everything. I probably look like a child. The place seemed old but very well kept. The other slave girls shot me some mean glances when Master turned grabbed my hand.
"I'll show you your room." He said softly I nodded and he. Proceeded to drag me down the hall. As we walked we past many rooms. "Wait." I stop and stare into a huge room full of books and art.
"You like this room?" He says a little shocked. "I love it! But I've never actually read a real book before."
"Can you read?" He asks. I blush a little "Uh yeah my master made me learn." He nods "Oh that's unusual in homes."
"Yeah I know." I i whisper a little. He leads me one door past the library and stops.
"It's your room, and it's close to the library.Now you can read all the books you want"
"Thank you." I say politely. The room is a darker cream shade but there is a little section painted burgundy, which happens to be my favorite color. The sleeping thing is also dark cream and the floor is a dark brown wood as well as the furniture and closet door. "This so beautiful!" I smile.
"Yeah I guess." He says like this is nothing. "What do you mean 'I guess' This so cool!" He laughs then walks out of the door frame and further into the room. "I have never even had one of these before!"
"A room to yourself?" He says a little surprised. "Why didn't you have your own room." Wow he doesn't know much about homes. "No I haven't had a room to myself either, but I'm talking about this thing you sleep on. What is it called again?"
"You mean a bed?" He says exaggerating the word bed. "Yeah that's what its called, a bad." I say blushing a little at his reaction. "Bed." He says correcting me.
I blush again.
"Well, I will leave you to get settled and changed." He says looking at my clothes wierdly when he says changed. "Dinner is at 6. Don't be late." Master mumbles almost as if he has said this a thousand times, which he probably has. He shuts the door on his way out, and now i explore the wonders of new clothes.