It should of been raining, it was suppose to rain on days like this no one liked to wear black in the sun. It pressed down into the darkness to make you sweat, sweating and standing around a grave that is about to be filled with a body. Green eyes skimmed the casket, she was lucky to of come it was in his will, his last gift to her. He was dead, it came as no surprise for he had been an old man from the beginning. She had been ten and he had been 60 when they first met and now he was gone at the age of 74.<br/><br/>He had told her the story countless time. Out of a crowd of children his eyes had landed upon her, he often told her it was her red hair. He always loved her hair, the first night in his large home he had had her bathe herself, dressed in silk so soft it brought feeling back to her skin. She had sat at his feet and he had combed every knot out of her short hair, it had been short at the time. Every night he would repeat it, even the night he had passed away carefully in his bed so not to disturb her. She had known, his hand had lingered on the brush and she sat patiently letting him finish. She had heard him stop breathing, her green eyes peering at his still frame from her place. She had cut her hair that night, it was now short finger tips rose curling into the short red mane. It glowed bright under the sun as the casket was lowered into the grave.<br/><br/>"Goodbye master," the woman thought softly as the coffin was lowered down. She would sit there as long as they would allow her. She knew that they had no plans to let her out, they would cage her away in a room where no one could see her. It was sad that her masters funeral would be her last moments of freedom.<br/><br/>After that she had been carted away, made to sit and a room and wait. She waited, patiently as days passed.<br/><br/>At last the woman who had been watching over her came to the door.  "Your Master has arrived." A statement uttered so simply, as if dinner was here.  Her master, her green eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together into tight red lines. She had had a master, he had been kind and good and now he was gone who could dare to take his place. Her mind could not quite accept that she would have to serve another.<br/><br/>She trained well enough to listen as she rose from the bed, she still wore black as if in statement. The dress hugged the curves of her body, neatly containing her chest, the fabric stopping short above her knees.<br/><br/>Loud shiny black heels clicked as she existed the carpeted room and was met with hardwood floors. She was lead to the front of the doors where she stood and awaited the arrival of her new master.<br/><br/>A smirk danced to her red painted lips, a snicker pressing into her throat. She could only imagine the unintelligent ape that was about to walk through the doors, would he try to claim her body? Would he put her in the kitchen, assign her to toilette duty. She hoped he will try she could not wait to show him what it meant to own a slave.<br/><br/>The man walking through the door had yet to even know he owned a slave, it was in the fine print of the will. All to be left to his grandson, every possession including his pet. All he had to do was  keep the pet, and he had quickly agreed to this no one taking the time to explain what kind of pet his grandfather kept.