“What…wha…what about the chains?” Nadi asked and chuckled when he saw the smirk on the man’s face.
The hooded eye guard clearly did not like the idea of paroling a slave without chains to constrain them, especially not after what Fred had said. But he had no option but to oblige. Their commander, Miss Borton, as she was so-called, had ordered that they washed him up and presented him to her chambers, unbound. So the guard’s protest has little role to play in this situation. He either complies and unbound him or faces the wrath of his mistress.
“So you are a stammerer?”
“None of…of your business” Nadi revolted. His slow speech was not the worst. They usually come once in a while, especially when he has not spoken for a very long time.
“I never said it was, just asking.”
“Keep it to you
