Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-10-04 14:12:00 |
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Current mood: | productive |
WHO: Mac and Jack, and NPC house servants/slaves
WHEN: Week 6, Monday late evening
WHERE: Jack's house
WHAT: Alpha wolf tries to clean, because she's bored
RATING: R for blood, gore, death, and punishment
STATUS: Closed/In-Progress
Mac walked around the house, very bored with things. She was so used to phone calls, planning, tracking, shopping, distributing, fucking, and running. As the leader of her gang, and alpha of the pack, she was constantly doing things. The mileage on her cars were enormous because of the amount of driving back and forth to places, dealers, suppliers, bankers, cleaners, and stores. She ran a tight ship but also had to keep innocent appearances, so things like going to the salon, getting her nails done, buying new clothes, attending parties, and catching shows were also things she had to do. Basically, Mac never had a down moment in her life once she took over the gang.
And now, here she was unable to go anywhere since she snuck out that last time, and had no real contacts with anyone on the island, and nothing to be responsible for, and it was driving her mad. She wanted something to do, or at least someone to do. So, she acted on her boredom and actually decided to clean the house. First, she thought she'd better dust, so she tried looking for the cleaning supplies, an act that got her a look from one of the house servants. "What? I'm trying to help," she replied.
"The only thing you help with is feeding your master, and being his personal slut," the servant remarked with a sneer. "Now go lay in his bed like a good slut and leave the house work to those who can actually do it." Mac needed an excuse to fight, and that bitch just gave her one. Mac lashed out with a slap at first, growling at the other woman.
"I'm no one's slut! And here I was wanting to help you, you bitch!" The other woman, although shocked by the slap, had enough gall to slap Mac back. "That's it." Mac grabbed the other woman's hair and pulled her by it. She had to be careful with the servant because she was human, but that didn't mean Mac wasn't going to let her off easy for speaking to her that way, and then striking her. Mac dragged her to the closest bathroom and shoved her against the counter. Yanking her hair back for the other woman to see herself and Mac in the mirror, "Look here, cunt, I may be a slave in this house, but I don't fucking answer to you." Mac's claws and teeth bared while her eyes shifted their blue color to their alpha red color. "I'm going to make sure you remember that," she threatened before she ran her claws down the other woman's chest, not death threatening, but enough to leave scars. "Now every time you see those scars, you'll remember that I'm my own person, I'm stronger than you, and I spared your puny, fucking life." She released the weeping girl, and let her run away to treat her wounds.
Mac went back to her initial task of finding the cleaning supplies so she could be on her marry way with her task. She located a cleaning closest and started with the dusting of the first floor before moving on to the sweeping and vacuuming of everything. She moved to the kitchen to see if she could try her hand at cooking, to which the cook swiftly dismissed, but Mac found an alley in. "That little twat is just jealous that you're hear with nothing officially to do. She's been flirting with Sweeney ever since she was hired, and he's barely batted an eye lash at her. Never mind that he doesn't even know my name," the cook said, directing Mac to a cabinet to fetch some seasoning for dinner. Mac assisted with the cooking and chatted friendly with the cook, whom she learned was named Daphne.
After dinner was made, Mac walked around the house to see if there was anything else she could possibly to do keep busy. She had already texted to ask when Jack was coming home that night, but they had gone off subject. So Mac just adjusted a few things, made the place look nice, and waited on the bottom of the stairs, facing the front door, waiting for Jack to come home. She felt like a fucking domestic dog waiting for her master, but what else was she supposed to fucking do?