Life Has Slipped Through Her Paws Time and Time Again
12-03-2015, 07:51 PM
He took his time in laying his prize out; carefully lowering her upper body to the ground before releasing his grip so that her head didn't smack against a rock or something. The last thing he wanted was a brain damaged servant. With his slave stretched out he then straightened to fix a proud stare on his sister. Channeling his inner Evangeline, he sniffed back, "I'm not rescuing her. I beat her in a fight. She's mine." His expression grew smug as he waited for what he hoped would be an ego-stroking reaction. She might have succeeded in maiming someone, but he had succeeded in taking a slave. |