Old Version Shatter Pieces

Chapter 1: Dinner

I rushed into the dining room and set the table as fast as I could. I almost tripped carrying the wine glasses to the table, but managed to right myself before I fell. I knew if I broke anything Master would take out his anger on me. I was worth less, than even his dishes. As soon as that was done I ran back into the kitchen, put everything on a serving tray, and carried it out to the dining room. I arranged the food on the table then stood silently by the door while I waited for Master and his guests to arrive.

At exactly seven o'clock the doors flew open and Master walked into the room. Master was tall around six feet two with curly black hair that matched his pitch-black eyes. Those eyes glared at me and I refused to meet them. Two men entered after Master, but I couldn't see what they looked like. It was rude to look anyone in the eyes, it meant I thought I was an equal. Master had taught me that lesson years ago and it wasn't one I would soon forget. Unless someone directed me to, I would never look them in the eyes, even if they demanded it, I would only do it for a second.

"Ahh, my girl I see you made dinner on time for me this time. That's good," Master praised me. He reached out and ran a finger down my cheek I flinched away from his touch. "Garrett, Nathan this is my slave and entertainer, Elinn. Most of us just call her girl because she isn't good enough for a name are you sweetheart?" Master asked.

I raised my head slightly my way of asking if he wanted an answer. "You may tell me the answer girl," Master gave me permission.

"No, I am not worthy of a name. I am nothing and don't need one." I didn't even have to think about the answer. It had been drilled into my head so that I would never forget it. It had been a long painful lesson to learn, I had the scars to prove it.

"Marcus, you sure found a pretty one. I love the way you've trained her; can I borrow her sometime? I want to see exactly what she can do." One of the men said walking up to me and tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. I tried to take a step back, but master let out a warning growl.

Master had let people "borrow" me before and it wasn't ever a pleasant experience. When I was brought back home I usually couldn't walk and they would just leave me at the front door. Master would send someone outside to fetch me and take me to my room. He would come and inspect me to make sure I wasn't going to die, then left when he was sure I wouldn't. I would wish for death on those days more than any other.

"Garrett, you and I can schedule something later, for now let's eat." Master replied gesturing to the table. The two men followed him and sat down in their respective seats. It was silent for a moment and I began to grow nervous. "Girl come here," Masters tone was clipped and I knew what was about to happen.

I cautiously made my way to his side keeping my eyes planted on the ground. I stopped a few feet from him and waited for him to say more. He reached out causing me to instinctively flinch as far away as possible, but he grabbed me. Master pulled me toward him roughly then grabbed my chin in one hand and forced me to look at him. His eyes were filled with pure malice and rage, it was the way he looked at me when he was about to beat me.

"What is on my table right now?" He asked me his voice low. That was the thing about Master he never yelled or raised his voice.

"Alfredo and garlic bread Master," My voice came out in a whisper. I was starting to shake uncontrollably in his iron grip.
"You know when I have guests over I expect a fine meal. This garbage on the table isn't what I want. You knew that didn't you little girl?" Masters grip on me tightened and I knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Yes Master, I knew that. I am a failure and a disgrace to everyone around me Master. I am sorry to have upset you." I knew the words meant nothing, but I had to say them anyways. I had thought the meal would have been acceptable for him it, had seemed nice. Apparently, I had been very wrong in my assumption though.

"Then it's time for your punishment little girl. I am going to enjoy this immensely." As soon as he was done speaking his fist hit my cheek. My head jerked to the side only to be met by another forceful punch. Masters leg hit mine and I was falling. I banged my head on the edge of the table as I fell and I knew I would be in trouble later for spilling blood on the carpet. Another kick connected with my back and I held in a moan. Blow after blow hit my small and fragile body, but I didn't resist him. I knew better than to try and get away. It would do me no good. It never had before and I didn't think that would change now.

"Marcus do you mind if I take a turn? I just got this new knife the other day and have been dying to try it out on someone." The man, Garrett I think his name was, asked.

"Sure, go ahead and take a turn. You can have one to if you want Nathan." Master offered. This wasn't a good sign, I had really made him made if he was offering someone a turn. I wasn't leaving the room anytime soon it would seem.

"Unfortunately, I can't today, I have an appointment after dinner and can't get blood on my suit. I'll watch though." Nathan told Master politely and continued to eat his food

AN: Hi, welcome to my book. I know it's not much, but I hope that you like it. I will try to update every two to three days. I'm very excited for where I want this book to go and I think it will make a great story. I'm excited to see what people think of it and really do hope you enjoy it.