Then a voice whispered into my ear, it was a voice I knew, it was my original captor, the fairy that had introduced me to my woe. He had seen me from within the crowd and watched as I suffered under the whip, now he stood at my side. Another joined him and they talked quietly between themselves, not to me but about me.
“Admiring your latest capture I see master slaver!”
“Yes Mistress of the Light, she seems to have settled into you household quite well, I thought that she might when I first saw her, it is nice to be proven right.”
“As slaves go she is usable, but I believe she will take some breaking!”
“She is from the other place, the land beyond, she is bound to be resistant.”
“Yes resistant, a challenge as you would say.”
“Aren’t they all when they come from there?”
I listened, r
