hurry up now

Interesting. He knew slaves generally started young. It was easier that way. You were born to it, or taken as a child. Adults struggled to fit the mould they were given, and many didn’t last their first year.

She handed him the soap, her soaked body clung to her form, showing it in its entirety. She really was pleasing on the eyes. He could catch the scent of honey in the air, mixed with herby soap bar he had traded for. “I was six months” He said thoughtfully, and then froze. Did he say that outloud? No, surely not. He raised his head back to her slowly, looking for any sign she had heard and understood those words. The weakness in them. That he had been another's play thing was not for public consumption. There was nothing kind in his eyes as he examined her. Just a cold, dark threat.

"Speech"