<strong>Canis drops his tool to the ground to attend to other errands and hears the scream.</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100193.msg4729498#msg4729498">Quote from: Cadavar on 02-06-2011, 14:06:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Matriana frames the servant</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.britmovie.co.uk/wp-content/images/people/295-Hattie-Jacques.jpg)</div>With Bastian still laying on her stomach, slowly sinking in, she pushed him off her as the milk from her breast trickled to a stop. He then moved him under the covers and positioned him in such a way as to suggest to the casual onlooker that he was sleeping. With his head exposed now, she was not totally convinced so she pulled the covers over his head. She could not abide his face when alive and when dead the yellowish white complexion that appear, as the blood went elsewhere, was too much to for her. Once satisfied she tossed the grapes under the bed before calling for the male servant that had just left to return to attend to her every need. Once inside the room, she asked that he lock the door and give her the key. He followed her every command until finally laying with her as he had done before.<br/><br/>After he had performed his duties, he was instructed to clean himself up and whilst he was in the adjoining bathroom she pulled the sheets away from her husband and scream. The scream could have wakened the dead. Unfortunately for Bastian that was only metaphorical as he did not stir. What did, however, happen was the naked servant burst back into the room and enquired as to the scream. In the loudest bellowing voice she could muster she said “You killed my husband!” The servant looked at her astonished as this was no reward for the depravity she had forced him to perform. The cheese smell would linger for weeks, he thought. He stood there speechless at such accusations as knocking on the bedroom door became loader and loader until finally the sound of a key was heard and the door was finally opened.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Amplus/gal_90s_young_hercules_gosling.jpg)</div><br/>Getting carried away with his gardening as he so often did, made him almost forget that he had other errands to perform before the night drew in. He placed his hard tool onto the firm and recently moistened holes that he had made in the ground. As he stood the wind did catch his urea scented tresses. Urea of course, to his hatred, was used to kill the nits. Nits that he was convinced he had caught from the recent batch of stock that the Dominus had purchased.<br/><br/>He looked forward to the oiling later as he moved his hair aside from his vole eyes with his salad fingers and took in the night air into his youthful and perfect chest. His firm leg muscles tensed and assisted him in his walking, as they had done many times before on the stairs as he headed up them to attend to the needs of the guests.<br/><br/>Once he was upstairs he would make sure that the beds were made and if any heavy things needed to be taken anywhere he would offer his services as usual. As he reached the top of the stairs, he observed that the guests were almost upon the study and once they were inside, he went in the opposite direction towards the main bedroom and to do that he knew he would have to pass the guest bedrooms. As he came to Matriana’s door, a scream was heard that would wake the dead. Curiosity got the better of him as he opened the door to enquire as to the nature of the siren scream.<br/><br/><br/>