When the sun sits high

*Safir* · 05-25-2015, 08:53 PM

Safir had followed her new master to a strange desert, this did not seem to be a friendly area at all. Her master would turn around to look at her, he would ask how she was and if she was hurting anywhere. This wasn’t right, masters weren’t supposed to care about how their slaves were doing. Even under the reign of her previous mistress she wasn’t cared for at all, the only smidgeon of care that she had shown was teaching Safir how to defend herself and that was probably more out of her mistress’s laziness than care. She doubted that this man had ever owned a slave before, he was too nice. In reply to whether or not she was hurt she would shake her head, she would hold back whatever words she wanted to say. It was better for him to learn how to handle slaves in his own time, she was simply a starter slave there were certainly worser ones out there.

Speech,

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