Shiny black hair was scattered all around the pillow and her face, was the shine natural? He wondered, she was such a beauty and she belonged to him. She was sleeping and he was watching her as if obsessed. He was happy that she was of age when he found her.
"Master," a voice came and a hand that held his whiskey. He took the glass and took a sip out of it.
"Agatha," he acknowledged, "how is she doing?"
"Fine, sir. Mistress takes all of her medicines on time."
The word did not sig well with him. "Do not call her mistress, she is anything but that." He corrected her words immediately, eyeing her with seriousness.
"Would Madam do, master?" She hid her smile.
"Yes. It would." He sighed, still staring at her.
***
Waking up with no alarm clock was another drawback in her routine. She washed up and walked into the wardrobe and selected a dress for today.
