Washed away

She retorted back and he narrowed his eyes at her about sarcasm. He was beginning to see why she had a few whip marks. He could absolutely see how other slavers would take such comments as insubordination. But that's not how they did things here. As far as he knew.

Her response to his question about skills confused him. Interesting fuck? What's that? He actually hadn't heard anyone say fuck around him yet as he was a sheltered kid who spent the first year of his life deliriously sick. And the way she said it didn't make sense to him. His brow visibly furrowed and wondered if it was a certain title she carried among her previous masters like she would be a songbird.

"Interesting fuck? Is that something in a different language?" He asked innocently, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Speech!"