The Days of some Slaves

Starr showed her the email. It was sent from an unknown address, and was sent a couple of minutes ago. There was only a link on it, and it was a document.

She clicked on the link and read it

Hello there ma'am,

My name is Joshua, or Josh for short. Here is a quick summary. Your original slave is dead. Well, the second. My current mistress is an absolute whore. She also runs the entire program of slave trade. You will get an email about this tomorrow, and you can choose Any slave of your choice. No questions asked, no matter who owns the slave. PLEASE CHOOSE ME! okaymistresscomingbacknowgtgbye. Ask for Josh the half-elf.

She blinked then said "Um..okay..."

Starr starred at the screen for a little bit. She then looked up at her mistress.

Starr: What is a whore?

Melissa sighed softly "Someone who has a lot of sex..."

Starr: Really? One of my old masters did that a lot. Is he a whore then?

She nodded "A man whore is what I call them"

Starr: Cool.

She turned around for a second, sniffing the air.

Starr: Food?

"Ah yes, go eat"

Starr jumped up and down with glee, then ran into the kitchen. She put a place down for her and the mistress. She looked around, then pored herself some wine in a sippy cup. She put her finger in the cup, and made some ice. She took a sip, hoping her mistress didn't notice.

"Where did you get wine?" She asked softly

Starr froze mid drink, all of the color draining from her body. She slowly stopped drinking, and moved the cup away from her mouth.

Starr:. . . Uh, it's grape juice?

She shook her head and went to the living room, sad that she was just lied to.

Starr drank in silence, feeling guilty. She finished her wine, then started shaking the cup around, listening to the ice clunk together.

Melissa stayed quiet, wondering what to do about Starr lying to her.

Starr slumped down at the table, losing her appetite. She started spraying some ice and sculpting.

Melissa sighed softly

Starr ended up making a squirrel. She never made one before, and it didn't look half bad. She started moving it around, then got into it. She made a little tree, and made "squirrel noises". Even if she didn't know what a squirrel sounded like.

Melissa closed her eyes as she thought. She wondered what to do ith her slave

Starr ended up laying under the table. She was thinking to her self, wondering if she should have told her mistress the truth. She got her bag, which was under the table, and started digging through it.

Mistress sighed and curld up on the couch

Starr dug out a piece of paper, and scribbled some stuff down on it. She crawled over behind the couch, and dropped the paper over the back. She wrote "I'm sorry" on it. She then crawled back to her hiding place under the table.

Melissa approached her and pet her gently "Where did you get it?"

Starr opened up her bag, showing her the contents.There were 4 bottle of wine in there, along with a few other things.

Starr: I like to drink when I'm sad. . .