It all came crashing down

She didn't know it was a strange thing to be teased about, maybe everything she had been teased about was strange. She was grateful to know that her heat could at least be made more comfortable.

Still a slave then, though. Songbird is just pretty wrapping on the same pile of shit.

When she was alone she couldn't help her weeping. She tried to keep it quiet, her body had just gone through the wringer and though the herbs from Wylan helped to take the edge off she she still had a deep ache within her. Her ribs still made some deep breathing difficult.

When he came back she was struggling to stay awake, wet tears silently glistened on her cheeks. She couldn't wipe them away, every movement a struggle.

She at least lifted her head slowly when he came back in and listened to his instructions. nodded her head understanding.

She looked at the sketching supplies. her paws and legs hurt too much, her head hurt too much. Even with the meds.

Might as well ask questions until he tells her to stop.
"Why did you take me as a slave? Why didn't you recruit me differently?" Did everyone who was not born here taken as a slave first?

"Ignita"