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Chapter 13: Conceal, Don't Feel
Jemma/M's POV: I was shoved roughly into my stall before Master left, slamming my door. I heard Bridgit being put into her stall, then Master's expensive shoes echoing through the barn to the front door. All was quiet in the barn, until Bridgit decided to start talking. We just made sure both of us were okay, then remained silent once more. We weren't supposed to be talking. Since Samantha arrived, Master strictly told us not to speak at all, especially not to Samantha. He wouldn't tell us why we couldn't talk to her, and I didn't dare ask, but I figured it was because he wanted her to feel truly alone. Plus, she was a fighter, and was probably thinking of ways to escape. Master wouldn't want all his slaves conspiring against him. I wasn't sure if he stayed by the barn, or had cameras,
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