Lightly punish her?
From Create Your Own Story
"Yes, there will be punishment." Nodding gently you stand from your stool and go to remove her chains.
"Leave me to rot then." Carla turns her head as far away as her collar will let her in disgust.
"You don't have a choice. First lesson today, you will do what you are told to. If not these cold, dark walls will be your prison till another will take you off my hands." Thinking back to what you said the day before Carla quiets down, knowing what other life might lay for her beyond the stone walls she shuts her mouth.
Leading her by the chains that still cuff her hands together you walk up the stairs towards the main level of the estate.
Arriving back in your chamber you swig the doors wide open to a lonely house slave start to clean the blood and tossed sheets from the earlier scuffle.
"You out, now." You bark your commanding tone towards the small slave as she squeaks loudly and with a lowly bow she scuttles from the room without second thought.
Closing the door behind her you guide Carla over to the spot were fresh blood still lays on the stone flooring.
"Now, clean." You order Carla with a pointed finger.
"What? I shall do no-" Carla speaks until she quiets herself thinking back to what you said.
Fighting back the rage that builds inside her chest Carla grits her teeth as gets on her knees. Reaching towards a bucket of water and a brush left by the house slave from before she beings to scrub the floor though clearly doing a poor job of it with her quick movements.
"If its not up to my standards you'll do it till its right." Grunting under her breath Carla slows her pace a bit and pays more attention to what she is doing.
"Good." You nod with approval.
"I'll be back in a little, I need to care to these clothes."
Returning to the room with new clothes and a fresh scent that came with your quick bath you see Carla resting balled against the wall. Eyes coming to rest upon you as you enter the room she gives a small shove with her thumb towards the scrubbed floor and recently made bedding. Inspecting it over a few times you give a small nod towards Carla for her good work.
"If I didn't know I would say you did this type of stuff often." Carla hisses lightly at your words.
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