Vaughn wasn't entirely sure where he was exactly or why. In the late hours of the previous night, his family, the Ulrich's had brought him here. He was immediately shoved into cramped quarters with several other slaves overnight, and forced to do various forms of menial labor all day today. He wasn't exactly sure why he was brought here, but if he had to guess it might be that the Ulrich's had gone away somewhere this weekend and hadn't wanted his 'amazing' slave talents to go to waste. So here he was, in a giant manor with more slaves than he'd ever been with. All morning he had been hauling wood inside, and now he was given the random task of washing dishes in the kitchen.
Apparently this place had a lot of visitors eating here or simply found a gold mine of dirty dishes somewhere. He'd been washing dishes for nearly an hour now and the pile seemed no shorter now than when he'd started. It didn't help that he was being watched over by a man who he assumed had something to do with keeping the slaves in line here at this manor. Either that or he just loved to torment them. He stood there and watched as Vaughn cleaned, eating food and dirtying up more dishes for him to clean. As if that wasn't enough, he'd occasionally pick up a dish and say that it wasn't 'clean enough' and make him wash it all over again. His hands and wrists were beginning to get tired from the intensity of the scrubbing he had to employ, and his fingers were all wrinkled from the water.
As the man finished his snack and placed his current dirty plate onto the pile, he proceeded to get a clean plate and started to get yet another snack. This annoyed Vaughn enough to speak up. "Can't you just use the same plate?
The man turned around and smirked. [color=800000]"I don't want to get my foods mixed. And who said you could talk?"[/color]
Ignoring his comment he kept begging the question, even if he knew it would only lead to more trouble. "Is it really necessary to give any more work than you need to?"
This irritated the man. In response, he held the clean dish straight out in front of him and proceeded to drop it. It shattered into dozens of pieces all across the floor. The man gave him a sly look. [color=800000]"Clean it up."[/color]
Vaughn gave him a look of pathetic frustration. "But you have a wand, wouldn't it be simpler for you to just fix..."
[color=800000]"If you give me backtalk one more time, I'll floor your ass faster than you can open your mouth! Then you'll be begging me for more work. Now go clean this mess up. The broom closet is down the hall."[/color]
Vaughn didn't dare argue this time. He heard stories about disobedient slaves. He'd even heard of slave camps where they would supposedly 'break' them. Vaughn was simply trying to be reasonable in an unreasonable situation. He wouldn't dare take it a step farther than that. Disheartened, he quickly drudged out of the kitchen down the hallway towards the broom closet. It was as he passed an open room that he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. In the corner of the room was a woman, curled up into a ball, lying motionless. Slightly concerned, even if he didn't know who she was, Vaughn stepped into the room. Looking at her curiously, he simply asked "Hello?"