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She shakes her head, long black hair moving in time with her head, curvy body shaking slightly, twitching at every small movement, her near black eyes boring a hole into the floor.

He tugs on the leash gently, causing the collar to constrict around her throat the tiniest of bits. “Who am I?” He asks. The auburn haired girl kept her eyes downcast as well, but the redhead was intently looking at her, urgency clear in her stare. As he tugs her leash again, she realize he was holding all three of them, squeezing the other girls' collars as well. “Well?” He asked again, in a flat voice.

“You’re my master.” she speaks clearly, fear leaving her chest, and, with a twinkling in her emerald eyes, she stops shaking, her back straightening.

“Good girl.” He releases the tension on the collars and digs up a few copper and silver coins from his leather pouch, throwing them onto the floor, in front of the slaver. The fat man fell to his knees onto the floor, trying to pick them up from between the floorboards, as quickly as possible, as if someone might steal them from him. The lord turned around and began walking towards the front door’s blinding light. Step step tap! Step step tap!