The Elder is Pleased

There was a long wait, Lydia's heart raced as she held her submissive pose, sweating, eyes locked with the elder as she awaited his approval.

Eventually a smile formed in the corner of his lip, but it was so crooked, Lydia wasn't sure whether it was a good sign or not.

"She will suffice," he eventually said.

Razir bowed.

"Leave her with us for a few days, we shall whip her into shape. We shall call for you when she is ready"

"Of course." Razir bowed again and left.

Lydia gulped, wondering whether the whipping into shape would be literal. She kept her eyes on the elder as the door closed behind Razir.

"Now, slave," said the elder. "You may think it a blessing that you passed our first test, but trust me, it is not. The next few days will be tougher than anything Razir has put you through so far."