By Taurus
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Chapter 12 – The Operative
The daycare had no scheduled visitors today, but Frank and his slaves still dutifully went to work even if everyone else was allowed to stay home. However, where Frank toiled at his computer, the slaves had quite a lot of leisure time to waste.
“Why are you still here?”
Frank knew the answer to his question that the slaves would elect to answer with silence; his slaves were far too hardworking to allow themselves rest.
And so he would tell them to.
“Go to the common area, play and have fun, or else.”
“Or else?”
“Or else I’ll make you wear clothes.”
A gasp.
“That are one size too small.”
Thoroughly terrified by the thought of clothing, the slaves slinked out of sight as fast as they could manage.
The instructions was clear.
In the darkness, anxious breathing echoes in the small space. There is certainly a person in his space, helpless. The echo of breathing is broken with the sound of steel sliding on the edge of more metal as a solid, shiny sword slowly enters this container. At first, it proceeds slowly, then settles into place with a strong shove that makes this captive person sigh with relief that they have not been impaled by this sharp weapon. A muffled crowd sound is heard inside the container as the sword sets.