This choice: Gloria - The Haughty, Vain Maneater • Go Back...Chapter #4Gloria - The Haughty, Vain Maneater by: Unknown Marc hesitated outside the massive door to his new mistress's room. He really, really, really did not want to go in there. Whenever a person was assigned a mistress in the ASL, it was usually a 50/50 chance whether they'd be a good boss or a nightmare, but the Glamor Gator was the nightmare that even nightmares feared. The horror stories that floated around her made Marc's skin crawl. The only one who might beat her out as worst boss was Dominique since Marc heard she could do magic, but even then, "only" having the second-worst boss in the ASL was small comfort. Especially when rumor had it that the longest a human servant had lasted in Gloria's employ was only a month before he ended up on his boss's menu. Being assigned to the Glamor Gator was practically a death sentence!
After a few minutes of fantasizing about impossible, but incredibly tempting, escape plans, Marc knocked on the door before he could decide to abandon all reason and run.
"Enter," a cold, deep voice called from the other side of the door. Even muffled, Marc could make out Gloria's French accent.
Marc gulped and went inside.
He had heard that Gloria loved the finer things in life and her rooms at the ASL definitely reflected that. An aroma of flowers and cinnamon wafted around Marc upon entry. The main room was divided into several parts, a dining room, a kitchen, and a living room. Through an open door in the back, Marc was surprised to spy an indoor spa. The other two doors presumably led to Gloria's bathroom and bedroom.
Marc's new boss was sitting in the living room on a couch big enough for Marc's entire extended family. She wore a black glittering dress, and had a string of pearls around her neck. Marc was amazed to find himself thinking of her as beautiful. The thought was involuntary and confusing and he quickly tried to put it out of his mind.
Gloria's bare feet were propped on an ottoman. A flat-screen television big enough to flatten Marc into a pancake was opposite her. However, the television was off, and instead Gloria was reading a magazine. Marc couldn't see the cover but presumed his new boss's picture was on it. Why? Because an entire wall of the living room was covered wall-to-wall in magazines kept in pristine condition, all of which featured Gloria displayed prominently on the cover. The adjacent wall was covered with plaques, ribbons and various awards she had won. Magazines, pictures, and awards were all within viewing distance of Gloria's place on the couch.
Gloria had pulled her eyes away from her magazine to appraise Marc as he entered. The cold look on her face was enough to make Marc wonder if she disliked him simply for interrupting her reading about herself.
"H-hello," Marc said, his voice coming out weak. "M-my name is--"
"Slave," the Glamor Gator said coolly.
"What?"
"Your name," she said, turning her gaze back to her reading. "It's Slave. Whatever you called yourself before, whatever your family called you? That doesn't matter. You're nothing more than a slave, and you belong to me. If you survive until your contract expires, you can go about calling yourself whatever you want, but so long as you're my property, you'll take the name that I give you. And you, are Slave."
Marc's fear was momentarily overcome by his injured pride. Outrage knocked all the horror stories he'd heard of his boss out of his.
"Now you wait just a minute!" Marc said, ill-advisedly taking a few steps towards the colossal man-eater. "I don't know how you treated your other servants, but you're not gonna treat me like some--"
Without the slightest change of expression, Gloria's tail lashed out and wrapped around Marc like a python, knocking the breath out of him. He struggled for air as Gloria idly turned the page of her magazine. Only when Marc was close to blacking out did she loosen her grip enough for him to breathe.
Finally, Gloria looked at her new human, closed her magazine, and showed Marc the cover. Marc paled. It was a cooking magazine. The cover featured Gloria sipping wine as she sat at the end of a candle-lit dinner table. On the platter before her, hog-tied and with an apple in his mouth, was a terrified human man near Marc's age.
"This was another of my humans. His name was Slave too. I can't recall at all, how many slaves I've had between him and you. Like you, he believed he could talk back to me. When he made the poor choice to do it more than once, I decided to have him assist me in a photo-shoot for Fabulous Connoisseur's. He may have been disagreeable as a slave, but he was more than agreeable as dinner. Now... remind me. What was your name again?"
"S-slave!" Marc choked out without hesitation. "My name's Slave, Ms. Gat--"
"Mistress," she said, slightly tightening her grip.
"My name's Slave, Mistress!" you said.
"Good," she said. "Needless to say, further disrespect will result in harsher punishment, but I trust you can't be so thick-witted as to make that mistake again."
Gloria's tail released Marc and he fell to the floor.
"You should feel honored, really," Gloria said as she reclined in her seat and turned her eyes back to her magazine. "Having a mistress as wonderful as me is surely better than serving that barnyard jock or flatulent wannabe-vigilante. Now, for your first task..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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