Mad Tinker's Daughter by Morin J. S

Author:Morin, J. S. [Morin, J. S.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Steampunk, Fantasy, Epic, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press
Published: 2014-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

The faculty washroom had hot and cold water lines, and Ordy didn’t seem to care that she made liberal use of the hot. He stood guard over her, back pressed against the room’s only door, with the chain and padlock waiting in hand. Her soiled clothing had been tossed down the laundry chute, which was too narrow for her to fit through, leaving her naked with only the water to protect her modesty. She kept her back to Ordy as she washed the filth from herself.

Ordy chuckled. “We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, you and me. You’ll be chained to either me or something solid except times like this. Maybe you don’t believe me now, but you’ll figure out I wouldn’t give a wooden rivet to see a human girl naked.”

Rynn said nothing and continued washing. She had already filled and drained the tub once, to get rid of the nastiness left in the water from her initial dunking.

“What, you gone all quiet, smart human?” Ordy taunted. “When Delliah ain’t around, you can talk. Just mind your place and don’t be telling me my business.”

“What am I going to do about clothes?” Rynn asked.

“Delliah’s got some for you. She’ll be along once she’s done signing papers and paying for you. There’s more forms for a slave that can work runes. Central Enforcement likes to know where your sort are.”

“Should I be worrying about this thing getting rusty? I’m already scraped raw, and I don’t want to get tetanus.”

Ordy chuckled. “Aww, been on your neck less than an hour and you’re already protective of your collar. See, your kind’s cut out for slave life.”

“Seriously. Iron oxidizes quickly in wet conditions. I’ve never even heard of anyone using it for a slave collar before.”

“Burst me if I know why, but them runed collars don’t rust. Just knock off worrying about it. Go check the mirror if you don’t believe me. You been in there long enough it woulda started rusting already.”

With a glare over her shoulder, Rynn climbed out of the bath and walked over to the wall mirror, dripping the whole way. The mirror was fogged over, but she wiped away the condensation with one hand, leaving a smeared but reflective surface. She had felt for it earlier, but now she could see the iron loop that protruded from the collar, which Ordy had used to attach her leash. Using that as a reference, she turned the collar fully around, using both hands to keep it off her skin. Even for just a moment, it was nice to be free of the weight; the collar weighed as much as a water jug. Her inspection found no sign of rust.

Rynn shivered. Even though the washroom was warm enough, being wet left her chilly.

“Go on. Enjoy the bath until Delliah gets back. It’ll keep you out of trouble.”

Rynn needed no coaxing. She fled to the water and turned on the hot tap.

“What is it you do, anyway? Are you her partner?”

“I work for her.

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