I paused on what he had said, he thought that I was doing it to show obedience but that wasn’t what I was doing at all. It was for me to see, a reminder that I would never be free, that I would never belong to myself. The mark was the prove I needed to see that I was a slave, it didn’t matter how pretty the cage was, when all was said and done, it was still a cage. I glanced up slowly, watching the smile as it grew across his features, I was his wild stallion, and he had broken me. I was his greatest weapon, one that he needed to be sure wouldn’t betray him.
“It pleases me that your time alone has given you the chance to think about your actions.” He chuckled softly, “Showing my mark so openly as if an acceptance of your place here.”
I scoffed, the words slipping from my mouth before I
