masked strangers

Chapter two

 Emily blinked her eyes open, trying to focus on the unfamiliar ceiling above her. It hit her that she wasn't in the bed the ringmaster had given her at the slave house anymore. She realized that someone had restrained her hands, and this froze her as she tried to rub her eyes. To make matters worse, there was tape over her mouth, silencing her completely. Frustration bubbled up inside her as she realized she was trapped, unable to move or speak. Just then, the sound of two voices from outside the door jolted her from her thoughts.

"Did you really have to give her so much chloroform?" Demanded one voice. Although she couldn't see him, she could tell by the tone of his voice he was scowling at the other masked man.

"We both know if I didn't give her enough, she could wake up and see who we are. Do you want her to know who we are?" The other voice snapped.

The first voice sighed out loud. "We had our masks on, you dumbass!" The voice said. She sensed his irritation. "How could you have not known she was a lightweight? Look how fucking tiny she is!" The voice said again

"I didn't know how much of a lightweight she was, so I will admit I gave her more than I should have. Are you happy now? " The man said, his tone lazy and bored."

"Am I happy now?!" the first voice said in a frustrated tone. "You could have killed her!" he shouted, making her jump, letting out a muffled whimper at how loud he was.

Emily heard footsteps get closer to the room they had her chained in. She looked over as both men walked in, still wearing the mask from before.

The guy with green eyes narrowed his eyes as he saw the tape on her mouth. He slowly turned to the man with the dark brown eyes. "Is this why I haven't heard from her since we got here?! Did you really have to put duct tape on her mouth?!" He demanded in a low voice, his eyes flashing with anger.

The other man sighed before he rolled his eyes. "Stop acting like you haven't ever bought a slave before! What's so special about this?" He questioned angrily.

Her eyes flitted back and forth between the two men, watching them fearfully. The second man stood a short distance from her, behind the first man, and she watched as he rolled his eyes.

The man standing in front of her slowly started peeling the tape from her mouth, making her whimper in pain as the tape pulled on her lips as the man behind him stared at her. "When he says 'we,' he's really just talking about himself. Don't get it twisted. I'm not one to make empty promises or sugarcoat things. If you think I'm going to back down or play nice when you push my buttons, you're in for a rude awakening. Piss me off, and you'll find out exactly what I'm capable of, so if I were you, I would tread carefully." He said calmly, like threatening her was an everyday thing for him to do.

She watched as he walked out, feeling the ropes that bound her wrists together, began to get loose as the man in front of her started to untie her. "Is he always so rude?" she questioned the man that was untying her, looking at the door that the other man just went through.

The man untying her let out a sigh as the rope fell from her wrists. "I would love to say no, but yes, he is. Look, just stay out of his way and he won't bother you. You got a bathroom right there," he pointed to a door in the far corner she just noticed was there. "Now for house rules, you're not to go anywhere without me or my brother. You have to eat three meals a day. You will be cooking them three meals for all three of us, which means you will always be eating said meals with us. Clean the house, top to bottom, weekly. You will also call us master D and master M at all times. Do I make myself clear?" he questioned. "oh and I am master D," he added in a second thought.

She stared at him. "I thought you were the nice one?" she questioned sarcastically. "Also calling you and whoever that dude is, master D or master M is never gonna happen. Now just let me go and we can pretend this never happened." She said matter-of-factly.

His eyes flashed with anger before he gripped her hair, yanking her head back, making her yelp in pain. "That dude is my brother and make no mistake, I'm just as ruthless as him. I just hide my demons better, now as far as the master thing, it will happen no matter what. Do I make myself clear?" He snapped, tugging hard on her hair, making her yelp in pain.

"Master D, really? What, are you the master of giving dick?" Even though she had tears of pain in her eyes from his grip on her hair, she couldn't help but ask sarcastically,

Master D's lips twitched like he wanted to smile, but he quickly schooled his face so he wouldn't as he tugged her hair roughly. "Enough with being a sassy bitch. I said you will call me, master D and my brother, master M. Do you understand? He demanded.

"Yes, master D. I understand." She whispered fearfully.

He smirked, staring into her hatred and fearful eyes. "Understand what?" He demanded to hear her say the words.

"I will always call you Master D and your brother Master M," she said quietly.

Master D smirked, letting go of her hair. "That's a good girl." He said cockily. He walked out of the room and Emily heard him lock the door from the outside before she heard his footsteps fading away.

Emily had lost track of time. Whether it was just a few minutes or hours, she couldn't tell. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the bedroom door unlocking, and stepped in Master M. "Time to move. I'm taking you to the kitchen to cook for us. My brother made the house rules clear." He said with a growl, looking at her as if she were an annoying piece of gum stuck to his shoe.

She shot up, glaring back at him. "I never agreed to any 'house rules.' I'm not your maid!" she hissed through her gritted teeth.

Master M approached her with a sinister grin, his hand encircling her neck, not to harm her but to assert his dominance. "Yet look at you, working for us," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "You should feel fortunate to even be in the presence of royalty. In my family, women like you have far less favorable choices than the tasks my brother and I assign you."

She felt a shiver run down her spine as his grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent reminder of the power he had over her. Her mind raced, searching for a way out, but the walls seemed to close in around her as she stared into his eyes.

She felt as Master D slowly rubbed the pulse in her throat. "Now are you gonna behave or will you have to have your first punishment?" he asked coldly and unyielding.

She gulped, her eyes locked onto his eyes. "P-punishment?" She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.