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.

around the fire. They told

a compound and how

different types of slaves they kept,

everything about everyone contained in the village they

G E L A ‘s

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

and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed to depresses them. I couldn’t stand to see

Damien,” I said kneeling in front of him, “but I could dance for you. I don’t really need the music anyhow. Would

bellowed, “I had forgotten our surprise. Would you like

day had been a

of the fire and close my eyes. I heard them bustle

shot open when the first chords were played. Master Kein sat beside the fire and watched me as his fingers deftly moved over a small stringed instrument. I leapt to my feet and started to

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