The story my owners made up was quite believable. The cleaners had interfered with a delicate
experiment, my owners wanted to do their own cleaning now. It was an oddity in thepound, but as
a rule, my owners were an oddity. They only demanded that the supplies be brought to them once
every eight days.
During the day I still went to the Keepers, but at night I was truly their ve. Once we were back in the
apartment they stripped me of my one outfit and I was put to work. I scrubbed and cleaned the
apartment top to bottom as they engaged in their research.
My temporary owners had carefully debated if I really needed to go to the Keepers at all. They could
save that money entirely if I just stayed in their rooms. Lucky for me, they decided that would be too
obvious. The other ve owners might notice if I disappeared altogether.
The men brought out the brown outfits early one morning and I squealed with delight. They found the
sound annoying and told me never to make it again. The smile never left my face despite the scolding.
We were going to see my Masters.
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Their transport went faster than the other transports in the area.
Several Warriors raced them as we headed to the mountains. These men had made the transport they
owned far superior to anyone else’s. I knew that it pleased them to win the little races, in their own way,
they were verypetitive.
I sped and unsped my hands waiting anxiously for the time I would get to see my owners, my
friends, and my lovers. I wished I had a gift for them. If I’d thought about it I could have sewed their
symbol onto a piece of cloth and given it to them. Quite quickly I rejected that idea, it would be in the
wrong colors.
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The transport slowed and unlike the Last time I bolted for the door. My temporary owners stopped me
and made me wait for them. They started the fire and inspected the Little dwelling. It took forever in my
opinion, but they finally removed my outfit from me.
Before my cor came off I wished them fun with the women in the mountains.
“Five days we have without you, ve,” one of them said sounding happy. “Five days of women and
fighting, we are very Lucky men. I have no idea what you do for Damien and his Brothers, but I assume
they are happy to have these five days also.”
With that said he removed my cor and they left.
I paced the little room for several moments. I tried to kneel, but I was too excited. After checking
outside for the third time and letting the hot air out, I decided to try to do something.
The cabin was ill used. Men muste here asionally, but not often.
I found the little room with the cleaning supplies and started to sweep. Soon I was singing and cleaning
to my heart’s content. I decided the cabin should and would be nice for my Masters.
The bedroom was as bad as the main room and I cleaned and straightened it. Since I was alone in the
bedroom, I was still singing my song. A sound stopped me cold, it didn’t sound friendly.
I turned and looked into five sets of eyes I barely recognized.
Master Damien and his Brothers looked horrible. Their clothing was still fine and nice. Their features
just looked angry and tried.
“Masters, I’m so d you’re here,” I said putting the broom behind me.
“I wanted the cabin to be nice for you, clean…”
They stalked toward me and I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t look at them without thinking how awful they
Looked.
The cor clipped around my neck and the other metal bands were affixed to my wrists and ankles.
Master Damien jerked my chin up and red down at me.
“What are you doing? Don’t you know you should not Look at men that are not your owners? What is
an uncored ve worth?” he asked.
I was stunned and then it hit me. My neck had been without their cor when I spoke to them. If it had
been anyone else I looked at, I would have been in trouble.