“Akh….!” She groans as Dorian grabbed her hair and dragged her by it to the farthest part of the room that somehow, in the dim light looked a lot bigger than usual…
Dorian hold his Shinai upside down and with the tip of his shinai he knocked hard to the floor next to his right foot, and suddenly the ceiling above them, in front of Dorian’s feet open, and a soft hum appears, and Abigail saw chains rattling, jangling from above, frames, and other torture devices pops up, including trays that has flogs, paddles, whips, cattle prod, and other torture devices and paraphernalia pops up before their eyes….
“Are you still wanted to be my slave….?” Asked Dorian, without seeing the girl wo was now in crawling position, while his hand firmly grip, grasps her hair….
“I… I am…. Master….” Abigail sa
