A new slave has entered the manor; I wasn’t sure what to expect but a part of me was a bit jealous of the new dark-furred beauty that came into our lives. She was young like me, and she was thin. Her breasts were large and hardly fit in the rags she was given. Her hair was pitch black and fell in silky waves down her back like melted dark chocolate. Her eyes were a dark emerald green equipped with such long and gorgeous eyelashes.
I could hear her chains clinking against the cobblestone walkways through the gardens as she walked. She was being escorted by Marlon; he walked a distance in front of her while gripping her chains and tugging her along with him. His expression was hard to read but it made my skin crawl.
It gave me flashbacks of the days when I had to wear chains as well. I r
