Master Damien and his Brothers were confused by my line of thinking. They’d never heard of evolution.


    No one had ever talked about how creatures came to be. They just were. Master Christof found if


    fascinating.


    Our internal musings were cut short as a man strode into the hall and broke up the men standing


    around. He called for the men to move to their daily jobs.


    “Mistress Nu-reeh didn’t leave assignments for your family, Damien,” the man said. “The rest of you


    know where you should be.”


    The crowd dispersed quickly. Most went toward therge exit at the end of the hall.


    Master Damien led me into their rooms. They lit the smokeless torches and the central fire pit in the


    main room. Warmth spread out in the space as I explored their living areas.


    It looked surprisingly like thepound. Large arched doorways separated the different rooms, giving


    the space an open feeling. There was no eating area. I poked my head from the sitting area into the


    bedroom and then through the doorway to the bathroom.


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    The cold stone floor I’d been used to walking on in the main hall was covered in here. There were


    animal skins over the main areas of the floor, making a soft area to step.


    Their colors were spread generously through the rooms. Everything was draped in the shade of blue


    they considered their color. I touched the various items and wandered through their suite as they


    watched.


    I poked around and found the cleaning supplies in a small closet off the main room. Just like at the


    compound, I thought. The men gasped and I turned to face them.


    “why were you doing that?” Master Damien growled.


    I’d been thinking about cleaning for my fake Masters.


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    “They left me at home when I bled,” I started to say and the men surrounded me.


    They couldn’t understand why I’d bled, they couldn’t understand why I’d been left alone, and they were


    furious I was used to clean for the men they paid.


    “I like to clean,” I stammered. “It gave me something to do. The bleeding is normal. I think it started


    because they stopped the drink.”


    The men relented. I really did Like to clean. It made me happy to see things neater once I was done. I


    had been content, so that pleased them.


    The bleeding concept they struggled with. If it was rted to stopping the drink, they would make Rue


    and his Brothers pay for that.


    “Perhaps she will let usy the whip to them,” Master Bane growled referring to Nu-reeh.


    “They are masters of the whip, Brothers,” Master Christof assured everyone.


    I felt Master Christof’s memories of being whipped, but a new sensation was wing for my attention.


    “Masters, I have to-” I started but Master Bane was pulling me through the arched doorway into the


    bathroom already.


    I sat on thecquered pot and rxed. It had been hours since I had gone.


    The bathing room we were in was spacious. The ceilings were high. A sunken, stone Lined pit sat in


    the center of the room. I was sitting off to the side to take care of my business. Even with all six of us in


    here it didn’t feel cramped.


    Master Christof turned a knob on the wall and the huge sunken tub in the room started to fill with water.


    I saw steam rising from it. That would feel wonderful on my sore back.


    I started when Master Bane ran a wet towel between my Legs to clean me. The big man crouched


    before me and grinned. He sat the rag aside and ran his fingers through my lower lips a second time.