Glass - Brittany Tucker (#7)

    You’re grounded. Why? You don’t know. Your punishment? Cleaning the attic. As you’re cleaning, you can’t help but notice there’s a box of small glass balls, each with different names on them.
    Curiously, you pick one up, studying it. The name ‘Clementine’ is written on it, very neatly, with what looked to you like a calligraphy pen. “That’s odd. Why do we have a box of glass balls in our attic? How are these special?” you mutter to yourself.
    You panic as your mother calls your name. “Are you done yet?”
    “Almost! I’ve got one more section!” was your panicked reply.
    “Well, hurry up!”
    Still panicking, you barely notice the glass ball slipping from your hand until you hear it shattering onto the ground, breaking into pieces. A cloud of lavender-smelling smoke blinds you as cough after cough racks through your body. You attempt to wave the smoke away with your hand, finding it doing little more than stirring it up even more.
    When the smoke finally clears, you nearly scream as the sight before you.
    A tall young woman with lavender eyes and matching hair is standing before you, dressed as a maid, with cuffed chains on her wrists and neck. “You rang, master?” she questioned, the chains rattling as she folded her hands in front of her submissively.
    You fished around in your head for something to say, “Who―Who are you?”
    She gave you a closed-eyed smile, “I’m Clementine,” she answered sweetly.
    “Well, Clementine, why are you here?”
    Her cheerful expression turned bemused. “I’m here to serve you, master. Why else would you summon me?”
    Before you could give any sort of reply, you heard the attic door opening, revealing your mother standing in the doorway, a shocked and slightly terrified expression on her face.
    “Um, I can explain!”