Greg sat on the sofa situated in his sitting room when Jasmine knocked on the door.

"It's me Jasmine." She spoke out. Nothing gave her joy like leaving the selfish chief slave all alone.

That dude must be a monster like his master. She even hates him more for trying to take advantage of her when they're all slaves.

"Come in, Jasmine." He ordered her in and watched the door handle whine, then she came in.

He took a good look at her, how tattered she looked.

"This is how slaves dress, and this is you being the slave that I brought into my home." He stated and sniffed. "Who gave you this cloth?" He asked her.

She looked at herself. "He's Blaze. The chief slave." She bit the Lower part of her lips.

"You refer to him as 'sir'. He's not of your grade. You're the lowest under this roof, and if you dare go against the order of any… they'll punish you." He narrated her hearing.

She was about to reveal the part that he wants to take advantage of, but it hit her brain that he won't be of help to her when she will be passing through the consequences.

Even if he punishes the so called chief slave, he would in turn deal with her mercilessly. So she had to keep mute and face the hell her late parents had affixed her into.

He stood on his feet and left the room, while she stood glancing around. The room was so beautiful with lots of designs in it.

She lifted her face to see his photograph placed on the wall. Another besides it was an artwork, and the artist did so well in painting him.

He came in again with the chief maid and then walked to his bed.

"Take a good look at her." He ordered the chief maid.

Ava studied Jasmine from her head to the toe. "She looks tattered like a slave that she is."

Greg nodded. "Good… I love that response. Take her with you, let the maids freshen her up and make sure I notice her glowing skin." He got on her feet and walked around her.

"I want her to be on a neat and decent cloth, a glowing and sparkling one too. Then make sure she smells nice… don't add any makeup on her, but let her look sweet."

Ava was shocked seeing her master making such orders for a slave. He hasn't done that to his concubines… servants or any of his slave. Why then is she being different?

"Master, it's everything okay?"

He glared at her. "The question is a mistake right?"

She shook her head. "She's a slave, or you've forgotten."

"No, I know that. Do as I ordered, I'm leaving the club with her tonight." He announced.

Great jealousy filled Ava, but she hid it before him. "Okay master, I'll make sure she looks like you wish." She assured him and bowed.

"Come with me, Jasmine." Ava ordered her and she left the room with her.

They left to her room and the chief maid called two other servants that would do the work as ordered.

"Don't touch yourself, we'll do everything ourselves." One of them said, and she nodded.

She stood still staring at herself as the maids undressed her and laid her into the bathroom.

Even when she was still with her parents, she has never been served this way. Obviously, she had maids around her, but that didn't stop her from doing her personal things alone.

They hardly come into her room, as she took it up to herself to handle every single thing about her room.

The maids began bathing her as she sat in the bathtub. Imagining a slave like her being treated like a child.

She recalled what she said about all this. Wait! She's leaving with him to the club tonight. To do what? Is that why he enslaved her? To give his friends access to her all in the name of clubbing.

Saying a word won't solve the matter, rather it will worsen things for her.

The maids were through with bathing her and she left the bathroom to her room. They dried her wet body and she sat on a chair.

"Won't I wear undies?" She asked them. It's something else if she leaves to the club without having an undies on.

Ava glared at her. "A guard brought some clothes for you here. Did he get you undies? Or you forgot to ask him."

She didn't reply to that hoarse voice.

"As the Master's sex slave, you don't put on undies so that he can have his way in anytime he wishes." Ava replied to her afterwards.

She contorted her face. "Even when going to a club? I'll have to be naked."

"You think that you're leaving to showcase yourself right? That's a false thought, he's gonna introduce you to his Mafia friends today."

She stood forcefully on her chair. Did she just hear her say mafia? Her master is a mafia lord.

"My goodness! So he's a mafia lord and I'm here."

"What would you do? Do you have any other option? He's a mafia lord and there's nothing you can do about it." Ava bit her finger. "Your parents are the reason he joined the mafia, so he will let you be under this roof unpunished. You'll pass through the hell he's been passing through for these fifteen years as a mafia."

Jasmine was shivering already. "Uhmmm! He's taking me to a Mafia club so that his friends will take advantage of me right?" Her eyes widened.

Ava shook her head. "Well, this is a question that I can't answer, because you're the first woman leaving to go to a club with him. Maybe because it's part of your punishment. So endure the hell your parents put you into."

"He would have just killed me." She thought about letting the tears roll down.

She recalled the tattoo all over his chest and arms. The cigarettes he smoked, and how easy it was for him to shoot her parents to death.

"Weren't you here when he delivered bunks of guns, bullets and cocaine to a Don Mafia today?" Ava asked her.

She shook her head. "I didn't witness it."

How on earth will she cope with the so-called master of her? Won't he shoot her to death any day she gets him annoyed?

"We're done." The maids announced.

She stood up and moved to the mirror staring at her image to see how the dress looked on her.

The cloth looked good on her, but it made her half naked. The top of her breast was revealed and the lace covered only her butt and her breast.

The other parts of her body were exposed.

"Move to the Master's room so he can take a look at you." The chief maid ordered her.

She glanced at her heels, it looked so beautiful. Despite how rich her father is, she hasn't purchased such expensive clothes and shoes like the one she's wearing.

The chief maid followed her until she reached the master's bedroom and knocked. She was ordered in.

Ava announced to Greg that they were done and he smiled. He loved the clothes she had on.

"You can leave." He ordered Ava, and she left instantly.

He ordered Jasmine to leave the car while he dressed up, and she left the room heading to the compound.

She stood watching around. There were lots of cars in the compound, so she needed to wait for him to arrive.

A hand grabbed her and she turned to see Theodora standing beside her.

"Where are you heading to dress this way?" She asked her.

She smiled at her new friend. "To the club with the master."

Dora widened her eyes. "To do what there? Oh my God! I pity you Jasmine."

She felt her heart sink into her stomach. "Please tell me Dora, what happens there? I'm i going to die? Will his friends take advantage of me?"

Dora overheard her master's friend speaking to a guard and she let go of Jasmine's hand.

"Just be careful." Was all she said and vanished from her side.