"You know I'm starting to regret coming here," I told Massa after we exited the welcome party they had thrown in his honor. We're on our way to his wing and I'm trying to forget the pain in my knees. I had to kneel beside Massa for two and a half hours simply because my kind is not tolerated in their palace. I also had to eat the leavings off his plate. The leavings! And to think that his other w****s envied me.
"Oh really? What made you say that?"
"Well for starters, ever since I've been here, I've had limited freedom. I can't even go anywhere unless you are coming with me. I can't scrutinize openly because it's rude and my mouth hurts a lot from constantly saying, my prince! I'm even tired of the envious looks I keep receiving from those other women. How can anyone want to be in my pos
