Chapter Eight
“Move, slut. Move!” Selim gave the leash attached to Felicia’s collar a nasty yank, and she moved. It was that or be strangled when the powerful eunuch took the next step and simply lifted her by that collar. She could have avoided being strangled by standing up, but that would only induce Selim to use the short whip on her. He always had that whip tucked into his belt or sash, and he seemed to take great pleasure in using it on bare female flesh.
Felicia crawled along, naked, following after Selim like an obedient dog at heel. She hated it, but she feared the punishment that would come if she resisted even more. She did not know how long she had been kept as a slave here, but each day brought some new insult, or indignity, or humiliation. Right now, she was being paraded a
