Servant

Ch. 2: girls

Wah!! Gomen gomen gomen!! Yes I know I haven’t updated in forever, but so much has been going on, my birthday party, I got a new kitten, and on top of it all I’ve been sick :( anyway, here’s chapter 2:

The girls’ room

Jaz, huddled in one of the luxurious beds in the mansion, jolted awake when she heard her brother’s screams. She threw back the covers, planning to run to the basement and save Danny, when her mother grabbed her arm. “Mom?” She asked softly.

Her mom looked up, her face devoid of expression. “Don’t. You’ll only meet the same fate.”

Jaz’s eyes widened. “Mom, how can you say that so passively?? Danny, your own son and my brother, is getting freakin killed down there, and you act like you don’t care!”

“Jaz, please.” Her mom said, pulling her daughter back into bed, “I don’t want to lose you, too.”

Jaz settled into the bed and tried to block out her brother’s screams of pain emanating from the basement.

Next day

Danny knocked on the door, walked in the room and bowed. “Miss Jasmine, Master Plasmius requires your presence.” He said stiffly, and turned to walk out of the room.

Jaz’s hand flew out and caught Danny’s wrist.

“Is there something you need, Miss?” He asked.

Jaz stared at her brother. “Danny, what happened? And why are you dressed like that?” Jaz asked, indicating the rags that Danny was dressed in.

“Mistress Jasmine, I would suggest not delaying any further, Master Plasmius requires your presence.” Danny said, not looking at her.

Jaz sighed and let go of Danny’s wrist, realizing she couldn’t get any information from him. “Allright.”

Danny handed her a package wrapped in tissue paper. “These are the clothes that Master Plasmius requires you to wear.” He walked toward the door again, turned, bowed, and left.

Jaz opened the packet and revealed something that looked like what she would imagine pole dancers and strippers wore. It was a thong with frills, and a bra that was mostly lace. “Blech.” She nearly choked. “I’m supposed to wear this crap?”

Her mom sighed. “This is the kind of thing he would give me for a Christmas or birthday present, before I was married.”

Jaz stuck her tongue out. “What a perv. I’m never gonna wear this.” She picked up the thong. “Ew.”

Jaz’s mom grasped her daughter by the shoulders. “Listen to me, Jaz. Vlad is used to always getting what he wants, and if he doesn’t, he will be very mad. In our case…Well, I don’t know about us, but he will still be mad, and in our position, it’s best not to anger him.”

Jaz shuddered as she imagined what Vlad would do to them if they did something wrong. “You’re right. I better put this on.” She said, sighing and taking off her shirt. “Wait...how did he know my bra size? This fits great!” Jaz asked after she changed.

“Well, sweetie, it doesn’t take a genius to tell that you’re...pretty developed, to say the least. At first glance, you look about a D.”

“Mom, I AM a D.”

“Exactly my point. On the other hand, it could be just a lucky guess.”

Jaz shrugged and walked over to the full-length mirror. “Oh, God. I look like a whore.”

“As far as Vlad is concerned, you ARE a whore.” Maddie said. “I truly am surprised he didn’t pick me. You know what he expects you to do, right?”

“No! How would I know what a whore does? Don’t they have to go through some training first? Ha! Imagine a collage class for that!”

Her mom smiled and sighed. “You’re totally hopeless, but good luck.”

“Thanks, mom. Any pointers? You WERE his girlfriend.”

Maddie cringed. “Don’t remind me. Just keep him happy and... do what he wants.”

There was a knock at the door and Danny walked in and bowed. “Good, Mistress Jasmine, you’re ready.” When their eyes met, Jaz saw nothing but pain. And an apology.

Omg it took me forever to write this chapter. It’s almost the end of summer and I started this chappie during summer break. :( -is pissed-