Post by Astrid Volkov on Dec 17, 2017 22:20:13 GMT
 | A Soul lingering in service left to the other-wordly elements |
The Kitchen. The room in which Astrid would find herself, but not quite yet. Regardless of her recent entry to the Wailing House, there was little to no patience to the Houses inhabitants on putting her to work. Ironically, the caste system of this building was a little off of the balance, so her work as a Slave was not necessary, but certainly there was work for her.
An anonymous voice contacted her through her head. It was not that of anything she had ever experienced before, and at first it was a little painful but more than that concerning. She would just keel into a ball within her cell. However in short time those painful moments would come to pass, and the words in her head were commands. Given in a powerful, assertive and simple fashion. 'You are required here.' or 'Your service is needed over there.' All of these tasks were the worst of the worst, the scum that piles up in a household, especially one as packed as this one was. No doubt could more powerful figures will the House to eliminate dirt, but there was a pleasure that was received from having a captive soul do it for them and make use of themselves. Thus in the same fashion as every command before then, she was ordered to go to the Kitchen.
Standing up in her cell, as per usually she was let out by a figure who know doubt knew the command that was given to her so that she could perform her duties. A set of very basic rags and cleaning supplies were given to her. For clarification, she was meant to wear those rags, not clean with them. Exchanging her full and particularly proper outfit, she had dawned something more befitting of a slave. Revealing only in the fact that there was so little material and so many holes to be fully clothed even, she would head upstairs weighed down by a huge variety of supplies. Mop, broom, dustpan, bucket of water. Cleaning rags, sprays, sponges, brushes. All of the tools necessary to get the dirty work done.
She staggered up to the stairs leading to the ground floor of the Wailing House, searching around the floor. The place was still new to her, believe it or not her time here had only been about a day if not less. However in short time some smells came to her. They were not pleasant, and to be frank they were likely planted by figures wanting to remotely observe her reactions and ideally suffering. It was a rotten stench, and upon getting to the kitchen it was a disaster. The sort of disaster that was created as a sick joke, not an authentic collection of neglected dishwashing or fallen food. There was in fact food on counters, grime covering the floor to the point where it was like wading through slime. The walls had been tagged repeatedly with what seemed like egg-yolk, any appliances were left open and leaking out of them or dripping from mainly the top of the microwave was a dirty blond looking liquid. Probably some sort of pea soup. She set down all of the equipment outside of the Kitchen and started her work. It was monotonous, but after wetting a mop and wringing it out she started to clean the floor first so that she could safely walk around without tripping and hurting herself. That alone would take nearly forty-five minutes as the entirety of the floor was a mess. Finally, after multiple instances of re-wetting the mop, wringing the mop out and even having to replace the water with a new load and some soap, she had finished that.
In such a manner her duties continued, and thankfully for the Master that would come to take an interest in Astrid, the Kitchen was a whole of a lot cleaner by the time anybody else would really arrive. The floors and walls were clean, many of the appliances were cleared out and closed up and the dishes were washed. There were still stains in much of the cloth, like place-mats, table cloths. The candles needed to be replaced, the stove was still a rotten mess as crawling up to that and properly cleaning it was a job in itself.
That being said, she had the lid of the stove open currently and was laid down on her back with a cleaning rag and spray, bit by bit cleaning up the interior of the stove. She was covered in dirt and much of the kitchen had been applied to her from her efforts to clean it. She did not have time for cleaning herself rather than doing chores, that is likely why she was assigned rags for close considering she was working as a Slave. For a moment, just a brief perhaps unfortunate moment, she laid her head back and released a sigh, getting closer and closer to utter exhaustion.
Ultimately, the entrance was all that needed to be passed in order to sate the Master's curiosity.
An anonymous voice contacted her through her head. It was not that of anything she had ever experienced before, and at first it was a little painful but more than that concerning. She would just keel into a ball within her cell. However in short time those painful moments would come to pass, and the words in her head were commands. Given in a powerful, assertive and simple fashion. 'You are required here.' or 'Your service is needed over there.' All of these tasks were the worst of the worst, the scum that piles up in a household, especially one as packed as this one was. No doubt could more powerful figures will the House to eliminate dirt, but there was a pleasure that was received from having a captive soul do it for them and make use of themselves. Thus in the same fashion as every command before then, she was ordered to go to the Kitchen.
Standing up in her cell, as per usually she was let out by a figure who know doubt knew the command that was given to her so that she could perform her duties. A set of very basic rags and cleaning supplies were given to her. For clarification, she was meant to wear those rags, not clean with them. Exchanging her full and particularly proper outfit, she had dawned something more befitting of a slave. Revealing only in the fact that there was so little material and so many holes to be fully clothed even, she would head upstairs weighed down by a huge variety of supplies. Mop, broom, dustpan, bucket of water. Cleaning rags, sprays, sponges, brushes. All of the tools necessary to get the dirty work done.
She staggered up to the stairs leading to the ground floor of the Wailing House, searching around the floor. The place was still new to her, believe it or not her time here had only been about a day if not less. However in short time some smells came to her. They were not pleasant, and to be frank they were likely planted by figures wanting to remotely observe her reactions and ideally suffering. It was a rotten stench, and upon getting to the kitchen it was a disaster. The sort of disaster that was created as a sick joke, not an authentic collection of neglected dishwashing or fallen food. There was in fact food on counters, grime covering the floor to the point where it was like wading through slime. The walls had been tagged repeatedly with what seemed like egg-yolk, any appliances were left open and leaking out of them or dripping from mainly the top of the microwave was a dirty blond looking liquid. Probably some sort of pea soup. She set down all of the equipment outside of the Kitchen and started her work. It was monotonous, but after wetting a mop and wringing it out she started to clean the floor first so that she could safely walk around without tripping and hurting herself. That alone would take nearly forty-five minutes as the entirety of the floor was a mess. Finally, after multiple instances of re-wetting the mop, wringing the mop out and even having to replace the water with a new load and some soap, she had finished that.
In such a manner her duties continued, and thankfully for the Master that would come to take an interest in Astrid, the Kitchen was a whole of a lot cleaner by the time anybody else would really arrive. The floors and walls were clean, many of the appliances were cleared out and closed up and the dishes were washed. There were still stains in much of the cloth, like place-mats, table cloths. The candles needed to be replaced, the stove was still a rotten mess as crawling up to that and properly cleaning it was a job in itself.
That being said, she had the lid of the stove open currently and was laid down on her back with a cleaning rag and spray, bit by bit cleaning up the interior of the stove. She was covered in dirt and much of the kitchen had been applied to her from her efforts to clean it. She did not have time for cleaning herself rather than doing chores, that is likely why she was assigned rags for close considering she was working as a Slave. For a moment, just a brief perhaps unfortunate moment, she laid her head back and released a sigh, getting closer and closer to utter exhaustion.
Ultimately, the entrance was all that needed to be passed in order to sate the Master's curiosity.
