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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:40 pm
A van pulls up out front of the house. Some guards come out with Anna in chains. She struggles in them. The guards walk up to the front door and knock loudly on the door. "Slave Delivery!" One of them shouts. Anna quits fidgeting and stands still, giving up on trying to get free. She looks down at her feet, ears hanging low. 
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:57 pm
 The door in front of the delivery man slowly creaked opened reviling the dark inside interior of the home. Dust, and the sound of soft breathing accompanied a set of glowing violet eye as they glanced at the men then at the frail girl, Marys lips formed a smirk,
"its about time bring her in", she instructed in a calm voice before making room for the guards to bring her in. "please... help yourselves to some sweets gentleman", she said looking over at her infamous candy dish that sat soundly near the telephone,
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:05 pm
The guards unchained Anna and pushes her inside. They nod to Mary and shut the door and leave. Anna rubs her wrists. She faces Mary and bows, hiding her face. "G-Good day, Mistress." She says, her voice a little shakey. "What can I do for you?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:31 pm
Mary watched the door as Anna spoke, almost expecting the guards to return again. she had hoped that the guards would try a piece of her poisoned candy, it was always a good laugh to see a person dying in such a way; a horrible practical joke that always made her giggle. Her smile faded before she looked back at the slave and gave a unsatisfied glare, "how about we play a game, you have thirty seconds to sweep up the dirt you and the boys brought in before i rip every bone out of your body..... the broom is in the closet", she answered before going over to the sofa and laying lazily on it, "1.....2", she said softly as she began to count.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:33 pm
Anna widened her eyes. 30 seconds?! She rushes over to the closet and pulls out the broom. She starts sweeping hurriedly but efficiently. She sweeps all the dirt into a dust pan and dumps it in the trash. She bites her lip. "How did I do Mistress?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 10:14 am
Mary tapped her finger on the sofa's arm rest and watched Anna as she cleaned, she studied her like a hawk with hungry eyes, she ended her count at twenty seven when the slave dumped the dust in the trash, "good, your not suicidal or brain dead like other slaves I've had...", she answered before getting up again. Walking past her she glided across the floor before picking up the phone,
"..what is your name?", she asked quickly dialing in a few numbers.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:26 pm
Anna places the broom back in the closet, quietly. She turns to Mary again. "Annabelle...or Anna. Which ever you prefer mistress." She bows again.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:40 pm
Mary smirked as she put the phone to her ear and listened to the dial tone, "Anna huh? that is a pretty name...", she told her before hearing a hello on the phone,
"can you bring my brander from the stables... good see you in a few", she said softly into it before hanging the phone up, still smirking at her slave she studied Anna's figure as Mary put her finger on her bottom lip, "well.. Lil' Orphan Anna, where do you want my name?", she asked just as a few of her own guards enter the room with a pot full of burn coals and a metal brander that had Mary's name welded at the end of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:48 pm
Anna eyes the brander. ". . ." She thinks for a moment. "My left shoulder blade, Mistress." She looks at her feet and holds her wrist. Her ears flat against her head.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:59 pm
Mary chuckles a little bit at the response and pivots her hips to the right, "aww... no complaining or fear? wheres the fun? most slaves ask why i choose to brand them", Mary said before tugging on her dress, "take it off..", she ordered as the guard readied the brander and smiled pervertedly.
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