Fear the master

Helga rounded the corner from the office and began to walk towards the back of the mansion. Her face was a perfect blank slate, but inside her stomach churned with unease. The master's appetite for slaves was increasing weekly. She had thought that perhaps this girl would be the last. He kept her for almost three months. However, now looking back he had been distracted with this one. Now he had that same crazed look. As if he was a man possessed.

She quickly approached the heavy wooden door to the cellar. She pushed the door open and began the slow decent down the stone spiral case. Her heels clicking across the stone echoed off the walls. Once at the bottom she saw the long row of doors. To the left those that were not ready yet to be fed to the master. To the right those that were viable. As she looked down the rows more doors were empty on the right. Each room held two girls. There were 12 rooms in all here in the cellar. She shook off her guilt and walked down the hall.

Faint sobs