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“Good,” she said. I thought I saw something flicker across her eyes, but I could have been wrong. “Well, we still have a few more places to go, and I promised Stephan I’d have you back before five.”

I wanted to ask how she knew my Master but I couldn’t. Instead, I finished my lunch and followed her to the next store, both of us already carrying the bags from our earlier shopping.

By the time Lily declared we were finished, I was completely overwhelmed. It’d been a year since I’d bought anything, but even with my limited and dated knowledge, we had to have spent several thousand dollars today. For me. Real clothes. Even panties and bras.

I didn’t understand. With Ian, I’d been given seven skirts and seven tube tops, one for each day of the week. That was it. We weren’t allowed undergarments. He didn’t like them.

The confusion I’d felt earlier began to creep up again as Lily started putting things away in my bedroom. She seemed confident in what she was doing and didn’t seem to fear my Master. Lily didn’t belong to him, though, so why should she fear him?

After putting away all our purchases, Lily stayed with me, and we watched television until five o’clock when she said she had to get home. Her easygoing nature surprised me, as did the fact I realized I felt comfortable. For the first time in a long while, I felt something other than fear.

As soon as the door closed, however, the apprehension returned. He would be home soon.

What would he expect?

I racked my brain trying to anticipate what he would want, but I didn’t know him that well. Then it hit me. He’d sent me shopping with Lily so he’d most likely want me to be wearing something we’d bought, right?

With that thought, I went into the room he said was mine. Mine. It had been so long since I’d had anything that was mine.

Extracting an outfit along with underwear, I changed into new clothes. Lily had gotten me both pants and skirts. Although I preferred pants, I didn’t want to push things, so I selected a skirt. It was still short but longer than what I was used to wearing. When I looked in the mirror, I realized I looked normal.

But I wasn’t normal.

And then I heard the lock in the door turn for the second time today. This time I knew who it was. My Master was home.

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Lily called as I was on my way home. She let me know she’d left Brianna and told me what she’d learned today. I was a little concerned with the response Brianna gave Lily regarding her family. If I knew she would be safe, I would try to get her home.

That didn’t appear to be the case, though, and my determination to help her doubled.

Opening the door to my condo, I saw a flash of color to my right. I followed the movement to see Brianna on the floor just outside her bedroom.

Strolling over to where she knelt, I reached for her hand. After only a slight hesitation, she took it with the same robotic motion as always. “Hello, Brianna.”

She didn’t answer. She never answered except with yes, Master or no, Master. We would get past this. And if I had anything to say about it, it would be tonight.

I led her over to the dining room table and indicated she should sit. She complied without hesitation.

Setting my briefcase down on the table, I opened it and extracted three separate pieces of paper, handing them to her along with a pen. “I need you to fill these out. Be as honest as you can.” She nodded without looking at me.

The forms were nothing special. They were the standard new patient forms one had to fill out when visiting a new doctor, asking for name, age, family medical history, etc. To be honest, I was just as curious about some of that information myself.

Brianna looked young. Very young, the more I thought about it. If I had to guess, I’d say she was no more than nineteen or twenty. I’d had a brief fear as I’d contemplated this on the way home that I’d “purchased” a minor, but I pushed it aside. If that was what she was, then I’d turn her over to social services and say I’d found her wandering the streets. It wouldn’t be out of the question, given my position at the foundation. They’d never know unless Brianna told them, and in her current condition, I didn’t find that likely.

I left her to fill out the forms Richard had e-mailed me today while I went to make us something to eat.

Tonight’s dinner was spaghetti again. We didn’t really have time for anything fancy since we had to be at Richard’s office by seven, and I wasn’t willing to challenge her palate when we had to go out.

When I brought the plates over to the table, she was on the last page. Brianna glanced at the plate but didn’t stop writing until I took the papers and pen out of her hand. “Eat first. You can finish filling these out after you’re done.”

As usual, she did what I told her. While I ate, I couldn’t help but look over the pages she’d already completed. She was eighteen. And according to what was on this paper and what I knew of her situation, she’d been with Ian since just before her birthday. Did Ian really buy a seventeen-year-old girl?

I continued to read, keeping my face impassive. She didn’t need to see my discomfort over her answers.

Sexually active: Yes. Birth control: Yes. Type: Unknown.

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