Sick and Tired

Three days? Why? So he could fuck his new slave and the woman he suddenly had feelings for without chance for her to interrupt them? Her blood was boiling. “Don't waste your fucking time, everything you want is here.” She snapped back. Sure he had denied it but why put a strain on resources for their children otherwise? There were things that could be given to slaves to prevent this being a problem. Was he new to all of this? (If she'd stopped to think about it, she would have probably realised that yes, he was new to it).

The next words out of his mouth twisted like a knife in her chest and all reason fled her. She spun on her heel, aiming her teeth at the left side of his chest with intent to rip and tear. It was too late for words if he already had his heart set on someone else.

“Speech.”