Chapter Four
Familiar
Eleanor’s hand twisted tight in my hair. Silent orders transferred through my roots and scalp as to which way to walk. Just a slight painful shift here and there to navigate the maze of hallways through the house also ensured no chance of rebellion. Arms tied, legs tied above the knees also made that certain as my bare feet slapped on cold, hard floor, then padded across thick carpet. Along the way we passed other doms and slaves, all with a rushed purpose about them. Some doms led their slaves on a chain, others with hands wrapped around the back of the slaves’ collars. Some slaves were gagged, others blindfolded or even hooded, but none were like me, who could both see and talk.
“You’re special,” Eleanor said. “For this transfer at least. And not because I want i
