Linea rested in bed listening to the sounds of the morning in Master Donovan's home. She heard the faint sounds of pans rattling on the stove, the chattering of morning DJs on the radio and the cooing and clucking of Hector after Master Donovan would have removed the cover from his cage.
The smell of fresh coffee and warm toast wafted into her nose, reminding her she must arise and face the music of her decision. She donned the robe and quietly padded into the dining room to see Master Donovan setting two plates, a pan of scrambled eggs, and a plate of wheat toast on the table. She hesitated for a moment but decided to sit in the chair and not kneel before him. Right now, without the collar, she didn't have the mindset of a slave in training. She had the nauseous stomach of a woman with a
