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Sauli:
I frowned as I silently looked at the ground, not allowing my eyes to waver away from the soil my toes crushed into on the ground. I didn't have any shoes because I was much too poor to afford them and I was never given any. I wore a ripped and ragged shirt and a pair of pants that were too dirty, but that didn't seem to matter. As long as my face remained pretty, I should deem acceptable in society's standards.
I was following two people whom names I could not remember for the life of me. All I knew was that they were rich and I could not speak to them until I was spoken too…Who was I but a lowly servant? They were my superiors; therefore, they owned and ruled everything about me so far, until they bring me to my true owner. It's not as if I asked for this life, but I couldn't help but feel resentful towards these people that I just met. Or resentful to my last master…and all the other masters previous to him. All of them I despised, and I am assuming I will just loath this master like I loathed all the ones before him. I didn't want this life, but I couldn't choose it any different…it was all I knew.
A small sob chocked up in my throat, but I did not dare allow it to surface. If I even made a peep, these people would have all the rights in the world to slap me or do whatever they want. To be honest, I didn't want a beating or anything right now or ever, but it's not as if I had a choice. My mind was my only source of sanity and questions. Where were they taking me? Why can't they just leave me alone? I hated that I was sold again. Like some object…Though, I knew since I was Finnish, I was more valuable than the other servants were. I wasn't entirely sure why though because my accent was so thick, it was almost impossible to understand me unless you really let me articulate; then again, what did I care? It's not as if I actually spoke. I was just used for cleaning and other services, so my speaking was rarely ever necessary.
For the past nine years, I had just been a servant when I was sold at ten by my parents so they could have money. We were a rather poor family and could not afford much, and I guess since I was of good looks, I could be sold easily for a large profit. I wasn't sure if they did it with guilt, or whether it was like selling food or something, I never tried to think about it because it was too painful. Since then, my life has been: spend one month or a year with this master and slowly move onto the next. I honestly lost count of how many masters I had and it was an awful concept. One that I had been living for far too long and was growing heavy upon my shoulders.
"We're here," the man said and I slowly raised my head, looking up at the house. Normally, someone would be flabbergasted at the size and elegance of a mansion, but I had seen my share of lots, properties and fancier houses. At first, I was amazed and eager to enter, but then when I realized what awaited me inside these beautiful homes, I grew rather hateful towards them…They were nothing more to me than scenery.
"Come on, Finn," the women said, motioning me in as she opened the door. I quickly entered, keeping my head low and staring at the marble tile that made up the floor. It was a crisp aqua that was smooth beneath my feet. "Adam!" the woman called and I bit my bottom lip, squeezing my eyes shut. Adam was apparently my new master whom I was to serve. I was expecting him to come in full force and show me that I was nothing more than a servant was and he owned me. It wouldn't surprise me because this had been what every other person had done to me. "Adam, come on! We have your birthday present!" she called again and I wanted to rip my hair out. I'm a birthday present? Like some fucking object.
"Hold on! I'm sorry, I was just in the middle of…" he trailed off and I glanced up then quickly bowed to him. I didn't get a very good look at him but his voice sounded feathery and light. Not aggressive or assertive like all the others I had come to know.
"Adam, happy birthday! You only turn twenty-nine once and we thought we would get you a servant! You live in this big lonely house all by your lonesome, so perhaps he can keep you company. He is of the finest type too! Finn, raise your head," she demanded and I immediately straightened, staring my new master in the eyes and noticing that he was not as gruesome as my previous keepers were, but he was still probably as heartless. "He's Finnish, which is a rarity. He is also quite young. How old are you?" she asked me and I gulped.
"N-Nineteen, ma'am," I answered quickly, biting my tongue when I heard my accent. She nodded, looking back at her son who seemed in awe. His expression was one I had not seen frequently in the eyes of the likes of him. It was amazement or something else I couldn't quite point out…
"He has a few scratches, and he's a bit hard to understand, but I hear he's a very good servant. Use him well, baby," she said, scuttling up, kissing him on the cheek, "Remember, teach him obedience. Otherwise, we will get rid of him and you will not have a servant. I just want you to be happy." She smiled, walking past me and I flinched lightly. His father simply nodded and with a simple click, the door was shut. I immediately bowed again, hanging my head to the man named Adam. This is the time where he would order me to do something and I would have no choice but to obey.
"What are your wishes for me, Master?" I asked quietly, slowly rising and getting a good look at him for the first time. He was in a pair of black ripped jeans and maroon boots over that. On his torso was a gray tee and he wore a black leather jacket. His jet-black hair was gelled up and green at the tips. He wore what appeared to be eyeliner around his cobalt eyes and he had on a confused expression. Definitely not the typical rich man…
"Um, you can just call me, Adam. I'm…not really sure why my parents even got me a servant. I mean, not that you're not cool or anything, or…Shit," he laughed a little and I raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity. "Sorry…I'm Adam, what's your name?" he asked, holding out his hand. I just stared at it and glanced back up at him. He frowned, dropping his arm.
"My…name is Sauli…but masters do not call their servants by name," I mumbled quickly, looking at him. He furrowed his thick eyebrows together, and then a smile pulled on his lips.
"Don't consider me a master. Just a friend. I'm going to think that my parents brought along a roommate for me other than a servant…," he said and I titled my head to the side, not understanding what he was saying. "We can get to know each other and stuff! It'll be fun!" he exclaimed.
"Friend? Forgive me, master, I do not know what that is," I told him, flinching lightly because I thought he might hit me for being stupid. I had grown accustom to what I could and couldn't say and do. Being stupid was one of the things I could not do. He must have similar standards and priorities for me, right?
Adam frowned heavily, "What? You don't know what a friend is? Didn't you have some growing up though?" he asked and I felt a bit uncomfortable. I had never spoken about myself with anyone, and I did not really want to start with this new master because I am pretty sure it was all just some kind of act. Becoming too comfortable with someone was something I couldn't get mixed up in.
"Forgive me, but do you have something you would like me to do?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing into an involuntary glare. Adam just looked at me softly and shook his head.
"No…I just don't want you to be my slave, I'm sorry…," he mumbled, my eyes widened, and I swiftly bowed to him. Never before had a master apologized to me. It was so odd…
"Please just give me an order, master," I said and Adam sighed. He seemed reluctant to me and I didn't understand his peculiar behavior.
"Fine…um…go make me some…carrot juice," he said and I quickly nodded, beginning to walk to the kitchen. "Gah, wait! I was totally joking!" he said and I turned around, starting to get annoyed with him. Why the hell can't he just treat me like a servant and put me to work like everyone else? What was his problem? I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do otherwise because he's just acting weird.
"Um, I don't understand. I am only good at being a servant, so can't you treat me like one? If I can't serve you, your parents will get rid of me," I told him and he frowned, walking a little closer to me and I cringed lightly from him, holding my breath. Here it comes…
"Well…We can be friends! You can only act as if you serve me when my parents are around! Other than that, I just want you to treat me like a normal person. I can teach you to like…be my friend. I didn't have very many growing up either. Everyone always thought I was some snobby rich kid, so no one talked to me. But maybe we could be friends. Like…It means…Kind of…we like each other! And get to know each other and stuff. It'll be fun!" he said and I nodded, trying to comprehend his words. He kind of went on a rant and it was hard for me to understand some English.
"Of course, Master. Anything you wish," I spoke to him, trying to articulate my words as best I could. "If you would like to be friends, I will do as you please," I told him and he smiled, glancing out the window and noticing it was getting dark. At this point, I knew what I was going to do. "Um…Am I to sleep on the ground? Or…somewhere else you wish?" I asked slowly, trying to ask him this without being hit. I saw his eyes widen and he shook his head.
"No…You can sleep in my bed," he spoke to me and I looked at him with a confused expression.
"B-But…master….All the servants…they don't sleep…in beds—" I began to say until Adam rolled his eyes. He seemed annoyed with me and when a master is annoyed, he normally deals with it physically.
"Listen. My parents…like apparently bought you for me, and I'm not gonna like throw you out on the streets on your ass. We can be like roommates or something like I said. Come on, I will show you to my room, and then tomorrow we can look around the house. You seem tired," he stated and my eyes widened. He just smiled; gingerly touching my shoulder and pushing me forward a little to get me walking. I began to saunter towards the direction he indicated until we came to his room. It was fabulous, just like all my other master's rooms. It was green marble floor and a giant red bed in the middle with a sea of pillows. I could understand why Adam may be lonely…Not that I cared. He was going to turn out heartless and I could really care less for him.
"Here…" he said, walking over to his dresser and pulling out some clothes and handed them to me. "You can change into these. They're a bit big, perhaps, but they'll do until we go shopping for you tomorrow," he told me with a smile. I simply nodded, taking the clothes and setting them on the bed. He looked at me oddly and I began to take off my shirt. He laughed, pointing to the bathroom. "Sauli, go change in the bathroom!" he exclaimed and I stared at him as if he were insane.
"Don't you want me in your bed for sex, though?" I asked and all the color seemed to drain from his face. Every master I had previously had me both around the house and in bed. I am not sure why Adam would be any different. Didn't he take me into his room for that particular reason?
"What? NO!" he shouted and I bowed towards him, feeling embarrassed.
"I am very sorry. But I am a servant both around the house and in bed. I am here for both services, just like for my other masters," I whispered and Adam grabbed my shoulder, pulling me up with a scowl.
"Listen, you're not my slave, so don't think ya gotta have sex with me or something. Just go into the bathroom and change, okay?" he said, glancing me up and down. "Your clothes are really ratty. We'll get you new clothes tomorrow," he told me and I slowly nodded, walking to the bathroom with the change of attire and gripping onto them. I shut the door, gasping. What was UP with him? Why wasn't he ordering me around or telling me to bend over or something? It was so odd. I just have to listen to him and not make any mistakes.
I swiftly changed into his pair of clothes (they were so soft and amazing—I almost fainted), mindful of my wounds and looked in the mirror. It was a simple white tee and gray sweatpants, but it was more than anything I had ever owned. They smelt nice too…
I slowly opened the door and peeked out. Adam just finished putting his shirt on and he smiled, turning around. "Come on Sauli, you don't have to be so afraid. I'm your friend…," he said and I nodded, carefully walking out and poked his bed, observing it closely. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Well, get in," he said and I nodded, gingerly lying down on this giant mattress.
"Yes, Master," I said and he sighed, sitting next to me.
"You get under the covers," he spoke, reaching over and pulling back the blankets. "Now get under here," he ordered and I nodded, snuggling under the blankets and lifting them up to my nose, terrified that he was going to yell at me. He laughed, walking to the other side and getting in himself. "Night, Sauli," he said, turning off the light. I was too scared to move and I bit my bottom lip, reluctantly shutting my eyes and falling into an alert sleep…