Emma.
The car door shut with a heavy thud and I sat stiffly beside lord Roger. The leather seat beneath me was cold, and the silence inside the car made my ear ring.
I was sold. I was now a property. I was a thing.
Roger didn’t look at me, he didn't even act like I was beside him. His face turned to the window.
A woman came closer, she was clearly his servant. She reached across me and threw a thick shawl over my shoulders. “Cover yourself up,” she said. “The master doesn’t like seeing too much skin.”
Her words made me blink. I could almost hear Regina's voice in my head. About Roger. A man that bought slaves and pets. He was a monster.
“I know all about you,” I said, my voice shaking as I turned to face him. “You buy women like they’re objects. Pets. Slaves. I will never be
