Lord Mystery

EPISODE THREE

"Where should we put her my lord" one of Lazarus men questioned as they contemplated which carriage she should ride in

"Why don't you put her on the top of the carriage" Lazarus replied harshly. His men bowed instantly "sorry my lord" they chorused

"She's riding with me" Lazarus informed as he made way to his carriage. He entered through the left and sat at the edge, she did the same sitting at the other edge

Sexy2 mind wandered from places to places, 90 billion dollars, really was she so attractive that they'll pay such huge amount of money, stupid, foolish old men. At least she ended up with a young man she comforted herself

"Do you want to know why I bought you" Lazarus voice interrupted her, she turned to face him but he wasn't looking at her he was looking out through the window, was no an option cause she didn't want to hear she was bought to be a personal sex slave

"Because my lord had ordered me to do so" he continued. Now that was weird, was he walking for someone

"I don't understand my lord" she played dumb

"I just want to prepare your mind, I'm just acting at my Lord's order, he really doesn't like mixing with humans and people generally" so I represent him almost every where Lazarus explained now looking at her

"And what's his name" she asked summoning courage

"Name????, I wouldn't dare tell you that, my head would be the price" Lazarus replied smiling slightly. Smiling, waoh he really was a nice man, perhaps they were in the same shoe, maybe he was also bought

"I'll call him mystery, at least he deserves a name" she spoke also smiling

"Lord Mystery, it sounds creative though" Lazarus replied looking thoughtful

"Sooo... his he as nice as you " she asked seeming playful but she meant it

"It depends on your definition of nice" he replied after a while

"I think a nice person is a person who gives me my freedom without wanting anything in return, who let me be and doesn't cross my path " she described smiling dreamily as though she was describing someone

"Do you think that's a good reason to buy you" Lazarus asked mockery laced in his tone, he was joking but she took it personal, of course he wouldn't buy her to give her such comfort

"What do you think he wants from me" she asked dreading the answer

"Hmmm, I wouldn't know, but I thought you worked as a slot" he answered

"So he wants me to..... to be his personal sex slave" she asked her heart picking up pace, all her excitement dropping

"I wouldn't think so, but if so then you are lucky" he replied as a matter of factly. She glared daggers at him and looked away from him, he didn't say anything else and she also didn't, she just felt like slamming his head against the window. So he considered it luck to be bought to be a slave, a sex slave. Stupid moron

Her eyelids became suddenly heavy and she gave in to it's demand and she drifted off