Slave To The Fang

18, Duties

Gale's POV

Dum! Dum! Dum!

Loud knocks sounded at the door not long after I woke up drenched in sweat and confused from my troubled dreams. My heart rate sped up at the loud knocking and Elisa stirred beside me, the noise waking her up as well. What could be going on that warranted such urgency in knocking.

"Gabrielle, Camilla. Wakeup!" Cezar's familiar voice called with urgency but instead of the usual softness that his voice it was a little hurried and nervous, betraying some of his urgent countenance. I shook Elisa beside me so that she would wake up fully and the second her eyes popped open and she heard the knocking, she jumped out of my bed and went to scatter hers o make it look like she had slept in it while I rushed to the door and opened it.

The door opened to see Cezar's kind but anxious face. There was an extra line on his usually smooth forehead and he glanced down the corridor where I noticed that more upper class slaves were being woken up as well. My brain immediately went into overdrive wondering what was happening. Of course, the worst case scenarios came first and all sorts of gruesome and torturous possibilities ran through my head fueled by my past trauma as a slave.

"What is going on Cezar?" I managed to ask, holding my night gown firmly around me. Slaves weren't made to have modesty as our masters and mistresses could strip us naked whenever they wanted to but I always preferred to maintain my dignity for as long as I could while I could. I had spent just one day and two nights here but I knew already that this wasn't normally the waking time for the upper-class slaves, which meant something must be going on for us to be woken now.

"Get dressed. Meet me in the kitchen in fifteen minutes." He said in an unexplanatory tone and my heart beat sped up even more. He then left with no more explanations leaving me confused. The other slaves who had woken up were looking groggy and sleepy but they sluggishly nodded their heads when they were informed they were to go to the kitchen.

"Hurry up Gabrielle. Time waits for no one." A voice sang not far from me and I looked to see the other slave wo always dressed in all black leaning on the door of the room next to mine and smirking like all this was so amusing. Even her nightwear was black but there was no black eyeliner on her eyes yet. How hadn't I even realized before that she was my room neighbor? How did she even know my name and how could she even be so unaffected by everything going on? Before I could reply her or say anything else, she went back into her room and closed the door. It took me a few seconds before I decided to move as well.

"Elisa, lets hit the baths." I told Elisa and she immediately went to take our bath sponges and soap with towels. One thing was sure, I made sure to bathe whenever I could. Even if I was going to use five minutes to do so, I planned to. Only two other slaves planned to use the baths as well so luckily it was not crowded. I finished my bath in record time of five minutes and Elisa finished not long after me. I didn't even bother to wash my hair and I instead just tied it in a head wrap. We then rushed to the kitchen and from my internal clock, I realized we were thereon time.

I was surprised to notice that the dark girl was already sited in the kitchen in her usual spot and she was staring right at me though her smirk was gone. Funny enough, she had even had time to change her clothes, comb her long dark hair and even draw thick dark eyeliner over her eyes. She looked...fresh and ready and yet...detached and uncaring. I turned away from her to look at Cezar.

When the rest of the upper class slaves that had spent the night in their beds trickled in, Cezar started talking. Melanie was sat at the opposite side of the table I was on and she rolled her eyes at me. I rolled my eyes right back at her and turned my head. I may have been planning to avoid trouble but that didn't mean I was going to allow a fan slave to look down on me.