His Slave Luna

Slave 11: Breaking the Chains

Slave 11: Breaking the Chains

Minutes later, Lady Mariam announced that the bath was ready. As I entered the bathroom, the sweet scent of bubble bath filled my nostrils. A sense of excitement that had long been suppressed bubbled up within me.

“Enjoy taking a bath, okay?” Lady Mariam said in a gentle tone before she left the room.

As I stared at the bathtub, I couldn’t help but recall the harsh punishment Lady Vida had inflicted on me for playing with bubbles in her bathtub before. But now, I am free to indulge in this simple pleasure.

I wasted no time immersing myself in the warm water. The soft bubbles tickled my skin, and I couldn’t resist the urge to play with them. A wide smile spread across my face as I savored the simple pleasure.

After my bath, I was greeted by a long-sleeved, white knitted dress, its hem just below my knees. Hesitation crept into my mind as I contemplated wearing it. Before deciding, I heard Lady Mariam’s voice behind the door.

“Hi. Are you done? Make sure you wear that dress on your bed, okay? It’s yours.”

My gaze flickered between the door and the dress. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to put on the dress. Knowing Lady Mariam was waiting, I cautiously peeked out the door. Her patient gaze met mine, and a warm smile graced her lips.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at me. “Let me see if the dress fits you,” she exclaimed, and I noticed her excitement palpable. I opened the door wider, and she eagerly stepped forward. As she admired the fit, she clapped her hands in delight. “But I have one more request…” I tilted my head to the side while her eyes pleaded with me. “Can I brush your hair?”

I glanced at her before touching my damp, long hair and nodded slowly. Suddenly, she let out a squeal of delight, startling me slightly. She quickly apologized and guided me to the vanity mirror, seating me before taking her place behind me with a brush in hand.

Then she started brushing my hair, and her gentle strokes soothed my scalp, gently detangling it. “You have long, light blonde hair,” she mused, her voice filled with wonder. I like it, and it makes me want to style it.”

Did she like my hair? Why?

A wave of drowsiness washed over me as she gently brushed my hair. Her soothing touch was so calming, making me yearn to succumb to sleep. But then, her voice broke through the silence, interrupting my peaceful reverie.

“Oh, no, little miss. While I’d love to let you sleep, our morning walk is just as important,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. I sighed inwardly.

Couldn’t I sleep instead?

***

Mariam Erina Vandenberg

I froze when I heard a soft sigh escape her lips, a sound I hadn’t heard before. It was a small, unexpected reaction, a sign that she was beginning to express herself more openly. Aside from fear, she’s usually so hesitant and quiet too, but now, her sigh revealed a different side to her.

Did she love to sleep? It seemed so.

She seemed so innocent, so pure, like a child untouched by the world’s harshness. How could those horrible people hurt her? Her eyes, filled with a childlike wonder, made me want to shield her from harm.

The way every time she tilted her head, the way she savored every bite of an orange—it was all so endearing. It all painted a picture of innocence and beauty, and those eyes, that captivating shade of sea green, held a mesmerizing allure.

But what was her name? How could I ask her without seeming intrusive?

“There, done!” I announced, my voice breaking the silence. “Let’s go! I’m excited to show you the beautiful scenery of the garden!” I exclaimed, enthusiasm bubbling within me.

I extended my hand, and after a moment of hesitation, she took it, her small hand fitting perfectly within mine. Yet a pang of sadness washed over me as I noticed how thin her hand was, but I quickly suppressed it, sensing her gaze upon me.

“By the way, do the sandals I bought for you fit too?” I asked, and she nodded, her eyes fixed on her feet.

A smile crept across my face. The dress, though slightly oversized, would fit her perfectly once she gained some weight. But that was the problem; just five spoonfuls of food were enough to fill her tiny stomach.

I gently pulled her outside, eager to show her that she was safe here, that she was no longer a prisoner of pain and mistreatment. I wanted her to feel her importance, to know that she was cherished. As we stepped outside, I felt her grip tighten and her hand turn cold.

Fear was evident in her eyes when I looked at her, so I squeezed her hand reassuringly, offering a comforting smile. I guided her through the garden. I also instructed the pack warriors to stay away from here to avoid scaring her with their imposing figures.

I also discreetly informed the maids of her delicate condition, keeping her true identity a secret. However, I suspected they had already pieced together the puzzle based on last night’s events where they saw the alpha carrying her.

“You can go anywhere you want here, but make sure you inform me so that you won’t get lost, alright?” I reminded her as we descended the stairs. “The maids here are friendly, too! They’ll take care of you just like I do,” I assured her, watching her carefully as she navigated her steps. “And the pack warriors will protect you,” I added, though I doubted she was paying as much attention as usual, but I just shrugged.

She remained silent, her lack of response fueling my growing suspicion that she might be mute. I sighed, dismissing the thought. As we reached the first floor, her grip tightened, and she just hid behind me like a child when she saw maids around.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, a playful grin spreading across my face. “Look, they’re smiling at you. They’re friendly,” I added while a smile still crept across my lips as I observed her timid behavior.

I hope that one day she’ll be free from the chains of fear and that she’ll find peace and joy in this new life.

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