What are you doing?! (Need Abusive Master)

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    Astrid swallowed nervously, hurriedly standing up. She grabbed a scrap of her bedding that she had accidentally brought with her, and strapped her son to her chest. "What- what do you need, Master?" she asked.

    What Fang needed was to take that infant and murder it, but for whatever reason Pyra didn't want him to do that. She was somehow his friend, and she could be very hostile when she was angry. "Go outside and mow the lawn," he ordered angrily, having to hold himself back to keep from doing anything he might ultimately regret.

    Fang just glared at her as she went; seconds later Pyra came out of the kitchen eating an apple. He scowled at her as she walked over, though she just gave him a confused look. "What?" she said. Fang growled.


    "Just go outside and watch Astrid; make sure she doesn't try to escape," he ordered. Pyra only shrugged.


    "Alright," she agreed, biting into her apple as she walked outside. Fang groaned angrily and made his way up the stairs, but then he stopped when he realized that he'd used Astrid's name when he referred to her. That was probably the first time he'd ever done that.

    Astrid started the mower, pushing it out of the shed and across the yard. She mumbled softly to her son. He suckled as she worked, and she smiled ever so slightly.

    "...Well this is quite the sight," Pyra commented. "A mother cutting the grass while carrying her baby. It's sad," she stated with a shrug, finishing the apple and tossing the core into the yard.

    Astrid nodded. "Of course," she turned the mower round as she reached the end of the yard. Her son squirmed slightly, but Astrid calmed him quickly, nervous that Fang would get angry at him.

    Pyra put her arms behind her back as she watched the slave, then looked up and blew a stream of flames into the air. She was a pyrokinetic, she could control fire, just like her grandmother. It scared many people.


    Meanwhile, Fang was upstairs observing Astrid through his bedroom window. He hated allowing her to keep her son, but so far she seemed capable of getting things done even with a child to take care of, so Fang was slightly calmed. Slightly.

    Astrid tried not to flinch at the stream of flame. She raised one hand, making sure her son couldn't see. Milo. That would be his name.

    After a while Pyra stopped breathing fire, then just sighed. "This is boring..." Moments later she looked towards Astrid. "Can't you go any faster?"

    "Sorry, ma'am," Astrid said, hurriedly pushing the mower the last few feet. When she finished, she quickly stored it. "Anything else you need?"

    Pyra was about to answer, but she was interrupted when Fang stepped outside. "No," he told Astrid. "Now come inside."

    Pyra went inside as well. Fang turned to look at Astrid, giving her baby a glare before telling her, "Make me something to eat."

    Fang was now sitting next to Pyra on the couch; he just stared at the sandwich. He honestly wasn't even hungry, just angry; having Astrid make it for him was mostly meant to calm him by reminding him of his dominance over her, but it didn't quite work.