will I really learn

She flinched at the mention of the scar. Really, her skin should be tougher than that now. But Wilder seeing her marred was a new source of pain, one she hadn’t quite wrestled into submission yet. She raised a paw as if to touch the healing wound. “Do you really think it makes me look beautiful? I put it on just for you.” she said with a sort of young, overly innocent voice. She wasn’t going to touch on it. She would never mention Oleander’s loss of control, the conversations they had had before and after. She was a disciplined slave, what did it matter?

A defensive position… hmmm… “According to my masters, it looks something like this.” She flopped onto her back on the cold stone floor, turning over until her vulnerable stomach and neck were revealed. Much like the position she had given Oleander when he had smacked her.


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