Flavia giggled. "Oh, I could make a few guesses," she replied. "But I must admit that I have a dirty imagination - at least when it comes to my maids. I have seen them offering themselves to my husband through flirtatious ways, not even caring that I too was in the room when it happened."
Flavia took a deep breath when they reached the doors. She had never been this close to the doors at day after she was turned, especially since this normally was the sunny part of the house. "Ready," she said at last, bracing herself before opening the doors.
The garden outside was a wonderful piece of work. In the light of the golden sun she could see the colors of all the beautiful flowers, and they smelled so lovely in the early morning breeze. Flavia closed her eyes as she stepped into the sun. She had expected a burning pain again, like she had felt last time, but nothing happened.
"It worked," she said in a surprised tone and looked over at Anise. "Your wonderful crystal works!"
Overwhelmed by joy she grabbed Anise's hands and started dancing around the garden in pure and utter joy.
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Sunniva's lower lip quivered when Demonia laughed at her, asking how her Master could come to Hell and find her. It was so unfair, but she was quite certain that her Master loved her. Sunniva knew she was beautiful. She had admired herself in the mirror every morning before tending to her tasks, thinking that she was the one who should be the Lady of the Household - not Lady Flavia.
Her thoughts returned from the self-admiration when Demonia cut loose her skirt and her top, giving a screech as her body was revealed. "No!" she called out, trying to cover herself with her hands. Sadly her movements were restrained because of the chains that bound her.
Sunniva thought when Demonia asked if Master was often alone. "Yes, he is," she said. "But I always thought he was busy with work at those moments. I don't know what he does when he is alone, as he is very stern in his demands that he will not be disturbed. Perhaps he does dirty things to other women, perhaps he doesn't. I don't know..."
The young woman froze in fear when she felt the flat side of the cold blade to run slightly over her leg. She feared what the woman could do to her if she was caught lying again. Her lips quivered when she felt the cold metal touching her skin, and her eyes brimmed with tears.
"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.
The woman's insinuation that Sunniva touched herself made her blush, and the blushing deepened by the question of if she lusted for the man of the household she served in. "Yes, I do," she finally admitted. "And why shouldn't I? His wife does not love him..."