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Haunted House 37: Preparations

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Understanding

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“I still think you should take the silk dresses to sell.”

Mélanie had been losing this argument for three days, but she was still determined, if not to win it, to lose it having fought her battle very well.

“And I think they look delicious on you, or will with a little taking in.”

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Haunted House 36: Understanding

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Owned

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Guilt washed over Mélanie in waves.  She dropped down to her knees from the chair and dropped her head to the floor but none of it helped.  She’d yelled at her master.  She’d yelled at him, and, and, and she’d made him feel horrible, and he’d apologized, which was not what was supposed to happen, and everything was cockeyed in the world and it was all her fault. “I’m sorry,” she gasped.  She felt as like even that was too much speaking, as if she should simply melt into the floor. Would the House let her do that? Would it open up and accept her?  And why hadn’t it interfered? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“Oh, shit.”  Jasper hit the ground next to her.  Mélanie tried to curl up more on herself.  No, no, he wasn’t supposed to kneel, that was wrong. “Mélanie, please.  Ow, hey. Mélanie… look at me.”

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Haunted House 35: Owned

First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Friends

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The towel dropped down and the house shook for a second.  Mélanie jumped; Jasper reached over and put a hand on her arm.

“That’s a laugh.  It’s okay, it just means your joke worked. I mean, I hope it was a joke.  And… you’re right and wrong.”

“Sir?” Mélanie found that that worried her more than the house shaking.

“It’s to your credit, not mine, that you get along with the house.  I’m just really glad that I found you. We’ve had a few, ah. There’s been a few false hopes and a few that were obvious bad fits from the first day, but you — I think you will be happy here with us.”

Happy here with us.  Not well-behaved or even well-suited.  Mélanie found she wanted to smile, so she did, slowly but genuinely.

“I think I probably will be too, sir.  Jasper. And House… Does House have a name?” Continue reading

Haunted House 34: Friends

First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous:  Thank You

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Mélanie woke next to Jasper and found herself smiling before she had even come fully awake.  He was warm next to her, his arm thrown over her to hold her close in a gesture that seemed less possessive and more cuddly.

She looked up at the ceiling and the very nice light fixture.  “Why?” she asked, very quietly. Jasper was still asleep. She wanted him to get as much rest as he needed.  “Why did you try to stop me?”

There was silence in the house.  This house, she realized, was never completely silent.  It made little groans and squeaks, the branches brushing too close along the outside, the wind moving an old foundation.

Right now, it was making absolutely no noise.

After a moment, a voice barely a breath came to her.  “I wanted to keep you safe.”

Mélanie froze.  The house – the house didn’t like talking.  It had said – written – as much!

But the house was talking to her.  Or, at least, had talked to her.

“Thank you.”  She kept her reply as quiet as she could.  “I’m still glad I saved him.”

Again, silence.  And then, in the same whispered breath, “Me, too.”

She wasn’t going to push the house any more than that.  Mélanie snuggled against Jasper and enjoyed his warmth. If he was going to cuddle her in his sleep, perhaps she’d sleep a little longer.

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His waking woke her, and she nuzzled against his neck, murmuring things that made no sense against his skin.  He seemed to understand anyway, and nuzzled her back. THe lights dimmed, the curtains thickened, and they had privacy to enjoy each other’s company.

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Mélanie snugged the robe around her.  Having baths whenever she wanted was a luxury she could get used to very quickly.

She looked at the bathroom mirror. “You don’t have to answer, but I wanted to say thank you again.  I understand, or at least, I think I do. I’ll try to stay a good enough friend to deserve that treatment.”

A moment went by, and then, in the steam in the mirror, a word was written: Friend.

A smiley face came soon afterwards, just beneath it.

“Friends,” Mélanie agreed.  She added her own smiley next to the house’s.

There was a warm feeling in her chest.  She found that she was grinning. After a moment, she said, hoping the house wouldn’t take offense – and that was a sentence that would never been part of her life 2 weeks ago – “this – you’re the first friend I’ve made in, well, since a while before I was captured, and well, it’s kind of funny that my first friend is a house.”

There was a pause.  Then a crude house shape was drawn under the smilies.

“House-shaped person,” Melanie guessed.  “And a very good friend.”

The smilie was traced over, becoming clearer.

Melanie giggled.

“I should-  I should go out and see what Jasper…”  She rolled her shoulders. “Is this for real?  Is he – is he going to get all beastlie now that we’ve, now that-“

In the mirror, the words were written slowly:

He is a good person with some bad habits.

This is for real.

A moment later, the mirror was cleaned very thoroughly.  Melanie combed through her hair until it looked presentable and turned to leave.

A very cute dress appeared in front of her – along with the required underthings.  Melanie giggled.

“All right, all right.  But I’m going to work today.  I hope you know that. There’s a lot I can still do, you know.  There’s a lot I could do to make you more comfortable, too. So let me, okay?  Unless he says I can’t work, and I hope he doesn’t.” She dressed herself and checked again in the mirror.  She looked very 1940’s, and, aside from the bare feet, rather sharp.

“You have good taste in dresses,” she told the house. “Or he does and you pick stuff out well.  Thank you.”

She tried to pretend that her heart wasn’t in her throat – the house had told her this was for real, after all; the house had told her it was okay – as she bounced down the stairs into the kitchen.

Jasper looked up from the table, where he was  – oh, no, he was reading her notes on the slavers.  Melanie’s heart sank, but the smile Jasper gave her lifted it slightly.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

The blush creeping across her face distracted Mélanie from her trepidation for a moment.  Just for a moment, though. She cleared her throat.

“Good morning,” she wasn’t so much feeling daring as not having any idea what one was supposed to do in this case, “handsome.”  After all, he was.

His eyebrows went up and for a moment, before the smile on his face seemed to match the blush on hers, she thought she’d done something awful.  “I could get used to this,” he admitted. “Here, there’s some breakfast and some coffee. You know, the house likes you a lot.”

“I know.”  She sat, noting that he’d gestured at a seat but not said sit, and noting that the fare included steaming-hot cinnamon buns.  Cinnamon buns!  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had something so rich and sugary – very possibly before the world had fallen apart. “We’re friends.  I like her too.”

“You’re-”  He took a long sip of coffee that was clearly too hot for that and sputtered around the heat while a glass of water appeared at his hand.  He gulped that down and looked at her. “I’m glad. I’m really glad. I clearly chose well at-“

A towel hit him in the face.

“What?”  He looked less irritated and more confused.  “What did I say this time? I’m happy. She’s friends with you.  Friends.  That’s a lot better than the last one!”

Melanie could guess, but it wasn’t her place to say anything, especially not with the towel buffeting Jasper from all sides.

“What? WHAT? You didn’t pick her?  Come on, you have to admit that you like her! You already said it!  Well, implied it!”

Mélanie chuckled. “Come on, House, legally, he’s right.  Me being impressive and you getting along with me is all about him.”  Feeling a little wicked, she added, “after all, isn’t everything about him?”

 

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Haunted House 33 – Thank You

First: A story featuring a male keeper and a female Kept.
Previous: Promise

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The kitchen door was lit up with more lights than Mélanie had thought it had, twinkling and shining like it was welcoming them home – which it might be, Mélanie admitted to herself.  There were even curtains in the door window that she was fairly certain hadn’t been there before and, as they walked up to it, the door swung open.

The short walk from the stable to the kitchen – Jasper was holding her hand, and she found she didn’t want to let go of it – was enough time for her to start thinking.  “You know,” she told Jasper, as they closed the kitchen door behind them, “that may be the first time I have actually made a decision – I mean really decided to do something and done it – since – since – since I don’t know when.” Since I was free.

“Then I am even more honored and pleased that you chose – made a decision of your own free will – to rescue me, and I am very proud of you.”

The warm feeling as Jasper hugged her, the rush as the praise – praise she had genuinely earned, even if having free will was not the sort of thing that people normally praised their slaves for – it was like a blanket all around her.  Mélanie smiled up at her master, feeling a little weak in the knees.

“And look, the house has given us some warm tea for the late evening.  Here, this chair.”  He directed her to a chair and, between the very-nearly-an-order and the way that her knees felt a little wobbly, Mélanie had no problem in sitting down.

She watched Jasper until he, too, was sitting down and had picked up his tea before she picked up her own.  “You’re proud of me?”  And now she was most definitely fishing for praise – but she also wanted to understand.  “For-”

“Well, I suppose the easy part to get is that I’m very happy you came after me.  That was fortunate indeed for me.  And yes, Mélanie, my dear.  I want you to understand… Hey!”  A napkin had hit him in the face. He huffed and put the napkin down.  “Mélanie – can I talk to her, or are you going to hit me again?”

No more napkins lifted.  “It was very impressive, that you not only made the choice to come after me and made the plan to do so, but that you – uh.”  He cleared his throat.  “Please forgive me – both you and the house here – if I sound condescending; that’s not my goal.  But I’m very pleased that you made a decision at all.  I know that it can be difficult, when one has been under the collar – metaphorically – for some time, and I know you’ve been collared for quite a while.”

Mélanie swallowed and blinked at her owner.  The feelings rushing over her threatened to bowl her right over, and she thought she might be starting to tear up.  “Sir… Sir.” She cleared her throat. “Sir, I did what I had to.”

“And I am very, very pleased with you.  May I give you a hug?”

“Sir, you own – hey!” It was her turn to be hit in the face with a napkin.  She considered the question as fairly as she could.  “Yes.  Yes, please.  I’d like a hug.”

He walked around the table to her and enveloped her in a tight hug that still somehow didn’t leave her feeling too constrained. “Thank you for rescuing me, Mélanie.”

She hugged him back, pressing against him, and tilted her head up towards him. Towards her Master, her Owner.  Towards Jasper. “Thank you…” she spoke quietly, still not completely sure that this was the best idea, “for being worth saving, sir.”  She stood up a little taller and pressed her lips to his.

He responded, at first chastely and sedately, and then, when she showed no signs of pulling away, with more enthusiasm.  He drew out the hiss, his hands resting on the top and bottom of her back, until his hips were pressed hard against her and he was groaning softly.

“Mélanie.”  He looked at her with an expression far too much like rue for her comfort.    “Mélanie, I would love to – I would love to – to carry this on.   But until you can look at me as a person and not as your Master, I don’t think it would be – ow, hey!”  Another napkin had hit him in the face. “What was that for?”

“Well…” Mélanie looked up at him and smirked a little, even though it was giving her a twist in her gut to think about it.  “If I had to guess, I’d say because the house wants you to remember that you are my Master, and that it would be stupid and rather delusional of me to think of you as not my Master.  Jasper.”

He was looking rueful again, but this look was a little less sad.  He tilted his head down and kissed her, lightly and gently but with definite purpose behind it.  His hand on her lower back slid downwards; his hand on her upper back stayed where it was.  Feeling both brave and affectionate, Mélanie put her own hand on the middle of Jasper’s back.

“Perhaps,” he murmured into her ear, “we should go upstairs?  There is a bed there, and I did tell you that I would rest.”

“Is it rest that you’re thinking of?”  She had looked up at him and ginned before she’d even realized what she’d said.

“Well, a bed, at least…”

“Then lead on.  A bed sounds like a good start to me.”

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Haunted House 31 – Promise

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Mélanie looked at the brute. She looked at Jasper, still shaking on his feet. She looked at the house.

The storm had died down as suddenly as it had come up.

“She was going to torture my – she was going to torture him. And Keep him, if she could.” She sounded shaky, she knew. She felt shaky. She was still invisible – she thought she was, at least – but she wasn’t going to let that stop her. What was one more ghost in this place, right?

“Yeah, well,” the brute didn’t seem to have a problem talking to an invisible woman, either, “it’s not like he was nice to us.” Continue reading

Haunted House 30: Care

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“Anan, I’m not going to – I’m not going to do that.  For one thing, I don’t think he can live without those.  And for another thing – ew.” The brute sounded, Mélanie thought, both worried and squeamish.  How could she be squeamish when she’d been planning on taking Jasper home and torturing him?

But she definitely sounded it.  “I mean, ew. And, well, if I do that  – then he won’t be able to tell us anything, or to agree to anything.  Anan, are you feeling okay?”

“Mm’fine.  M’… more than fine.  Wonderful. Everything is wonderful.” Continue reading

Haunted House 29 – Teamwork

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The wagon rumbled on.  Mélanie stared at her Owner and tried to decipher something from his expression.  His eyes were closed. Sometimes he muttered into the gag, but it was nothing that made any sense.  Sometimes his eyes fluttered open, but he didn’t look at her.

Possibly, he was still drugged enough that he thought he’d imagined her there.  Possibly, he was drugged enough that he was seeing pink elephants and purple unicorns and hadn’t seen her at all.

She didn’t know.  So she waited and listened and hoped, held her breath with a Working sitting right on the tip of her tongue in case there was enough of a distraction, praying that Jasper would trust her and let her do what she had to or that, if his plan was already in action, her plan wouldn’t interfere with his in any bad manner.

She hadn’t been walking that long, had she?  She resisted the urge to look up, to twist around to look bout between the brutes’ feet.  Even if she could see the road without getting noticed, she didn’t know the area well enough to recognize any landmarks. She thought, though, that they ought to be almost there.

A groan from Jasper almost made her jump – it was loud, pained, distressed.  She bit her tongue and held still. Continue reading

Haunted House 28 – Trouble

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Previous: Turnabout

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Mélanie held her breath as the woman tried to slow down the horses.  Did she need another Working? Did she need a weapon? The last time she’d tried defending herself properly – well, that had ended up with her in this situation, if she was looking at the big picture.  

“Damnit…”  The smaller woman muttered.  “I left something back in town, I’m sure of it.”

“What?”  The bigger woman asked through a yawn.  Yawning was good. Yawning meant that the nothing to worry about, just rest part of Mélanie’s Working was getting through to at least one of them.  “What made you think about that now? We’ve been on the road for an hour, haven’t we?”

“I don’t know.  I just – you know, sometimes I get this sense?”

“Your spider sense.  I remember. You’re not a spider though.  At all. You’re sort of…”

Mélanie mouthed a curse.  Of course the awful woman with have some sort of magic power against being tampered with.  It couldn’t just go smoothly, could it? Continue reading

Haunted House 27 – Turnabout

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Mélanie caught her breath as the two horses provided the distraction she so badly needed. Bless these beasts. She spat out the Workings she needed as quietly as she had ever managed to speak and as quickly as she’d ever strung words together, the sounds of the two brutes shouting at the horses and the sounds of the jangling harness covering over not one but five Workings.

She leaned against the side of the horse nearer her, hoping that he wouldn’t get annoyed and push her off.  Her light-footed Working was starting to fail her. She had to get back into the wagon or be left behind. And her invisibility Working was probably in need of some touching up, too. Continue reading