It had been ages since I’d been included in a conversation. I started to tell the men my Keepers knew how to build a transport and stopped mid sentence. For the last long time I’d been heavily chastised for interrupting.

“Why do you talk and then stop, Ciara?“ Master Kein asked pulling me onto his lap. “Did you forget what you had planned to say?”

“No, Master Kein,” I answered embarrassed, “the Keepers don’t Like to hear me talk most of the time. They only like to talk to one another.

I’m trying to learn not to interrupt.”

“We will speak with them,” Master Damien said patting my head, “we wish you to be happy.

“It really doesn’t matter, Master Damien, I’m only happy when I’m with you all. I don’t care about talking to them,” I freely admitted.

sitting around the fire. They told me about their

how to run a

on all the different types of slaves

to know everything about everyone

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upset them. The women used them almost daily for sex. Master Damien said he assumed they were sold each afternoon to a different

all sat and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed to depresses them. I

front of him, “but I could dance for you. I don’t really need the music anyhow. Would you like to see me

surprise. Would you like to be

had

heard them bustle in and out of the cabin. Chairs

his fingers deftly moved over a small stringed instrument. I leapt to my feet and started to

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