will I really learn

She leaned back, trying to get a feel for the position. She felt awkward and estranged, standing as she was, bunching her body like this. She could feel her back as she leaned too, but it was just a twinge. Easy to push through. She bent her knees, which only increased the feeling of weirdness. She bit back a soft snort of amusement as Wilder turned in a quick spin.

“I guess so, you're putting extra skin on your weak spots, and preparing your body to fight or flight.” Slaves definitely weren’t allowed to hide away vulnerable parts of their body at their old home. Did Oleander really mean for her to learn all this? Her face itched under its new wound as she pondered that thought. She didn’t really want to get Wilder into trouble. But she didn’t want to fess up, either.


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