Chapter Twelve
Eyes of Dominance
Lilith kept me close, almost always right on the end of a short leash, knelt at her side. More slaves from the Haven entered her realm. I didn’t know there were so many and wondered if there were any left for the mistresses to dominate, but I didn’t see Jewell, Samuel, or even Nikki. But as they came through, Lilith sometimes asked me to weigh in even though I had very little to say, mostly because I had been kept segregated from the others and knew next to nothing about their time at the Haven. But one slave, Stephanie, hit a chord. She was a pert little thing, with a set of lips that were stuck in a perpetual pout. I remembered her from the first time that Emory took me from my cell; Stephanie had been bent over backwards on a wooden cylinder, clothespi
