Nothing.

Though you shudder in fear at the **** around you, you adjust your posture. Kneeling, back arched, breasts out, and your hands rest upon your lap, the control gently held there. Obeying your training gives you a sense of calm, an unyielding order to cling to amidst this chaos.

You do not dream of freedom.

Your mother tried to flee with you when you were an infant, her resistance leading to her ****. If she had behaved, she would not have died, she may even have been bred again and again giving you many sisters. Because of her selfish wish for freedom she left you alone.

No. You will sit, and you will wait. There is no reason to kill a **** who behaves, a good **** who knows her place. You don't know who will win this fight, you don't even know who is attacking your new Master, but it doesn't matter. When the fight is over, Master will come for you. It may be the Master who just bought you, or it may be a new Master, but you will wait.

And Master will come.