“Many that do not keep ves would find it interesting to watch a ve die. It would be too expensive
to invest in a ve for the entertainment, but to use another’s.
My horrified expression stayed on my face and the men watched it.
“So you understand, ve? You know there is no escape. If you wish to survive, which I believe you
do, you will Listen to us,” he said.
They spoke to me then, in a way I’d never been spoken to on this. They told me what I would be
doing and exined no one would be watching me. If I did what they told me wrong, I would suffer.
My fake Masters were smart men. Their apartment was full of their studies and experiments. When I
bled they would tell the men that cleaned they could not enter. They would say their work could not be
disturbed by other men touching it. Me and my bleeding would be left in the apartment alone until I was
done.
“If you are unable to care for yourself, we will reconsider the box, perhaps without the creams,” I was
told.
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“I will do as you ask, Masters,” I said solemnly.
The men retired and started to tinker on a small device they had been working on. I was ignored.
Knowing it would anger them, I had to ask just one question.
“Masters, may I please ask a question?”
They were upset. If they hadn’t been afraid of more weakness, they’d put me in the box. I knew not to
ask questions.
“Perhaps it will interest us,” one of them finally said and gave me permission to ask.
“why am I bleeding now and not before? Why can’t anyone know?” I asked.
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They were silent. I couldn’t tell if they were irritated or pondering the questions.
“We don’t know why you bleed,” they finally told me. “It isn’t normal for an Earth ve here. No one can
know, because it happens to no other ve. If you were taken for study, Damien and his Brothers
would no Longer pay us for our service. We havee to enjoy the money this endeavor has brought
us.”
I thanked the men and knelt down in the room they were in. They continued to y with what they were
doing,pletely uninterested in me.
The day had been long and I was still weak from the box. Despite my best efforts I ended up leaning on
the furniture, sound asleep.
It took time, but I got strong again. I think it took longer because I no longer swam. My fake Masters
were quite clear that the mark on my stomach could not be exposed. They even bought a thicker panel
for my front that further disguised it.
Instead of swimming I started walking the beach. The area we were allowed to roam, was quiterge. I
tried to run, but my Large breasts made that ufortable. Instead I yed games on the beach and
paced the area every afternoon.
Forty seven dayster, my cycle came again and my Masters did just what they said they would. They
left me alone in their rooms. For the first time in forever I was left to my own devices.
When they came at lunch the first day, I think they were surprised I was still there. They fed me and left
me for the afternoon. Grateful they had not locked me in the box, I would have done anything to make
them happy. I picked up the apartment, made the bed, and did all the things I imagined the House
Cleaners usually did.
The men were thrilled their area had been cleaned. They ordered me to clean every day I was left here
alone. In a small closet I had never seen they showed me where the brushes and buckets were. That
was what I could use to clean.
I was good at cleaning. At my Mom’s house I’d been the only one who cared if dishes sat in the sink or
if the floor Looked nasty. The job of making the house livable had fallen to me. In the motel, it was my
upation. It was my job once again.
My owners realized I could save them money, as well as, make them money. They told the men they
paid to clean up they no longer needed them. I would secretly be doing the cleaning.