Madeline goes to sleep, she had her fill of the Slave Woman

Madeline had gotten hers. She was the mistress--she owed this slave nothing. Besides--this pretty blond would soon be Eddie's fucktoy until she either got knocked up or displeased him. Both were equally likely. She moved to the softest part of the tent's homespun matresses and blankets and laid down.

"Wake me if anyone tries to enter or needs me." She said as she closed her eyes and tried to drift into sleep.