Chapter Ten
“So what can you do with him?” Lady Jane asked pointing towards the kneeling slave as it eats its breakfast.
“Anything I desire,” my mistress replied.
“Anything, like what?”
“Let me show you, perhaps a demonstration of his obedience will explain why I have accepted him as my slave.”
Madam sounded a little tense to me, as though she was annoyed by Lady Jane’s questioning somehow.
I had knelt as instructed with my head deep inside of the bowl of food Madam had so thoughtfully supplied, slurping up the mixture admittedly, but also listening intently as they had talked. I had heard their conversation and wondered what sort of a demonstration my mistress had in mind. Whatever it might be, it bode ill for me; I waited and behind me the conversation failed as they both sat watc
