100wc w4 (t4)

100wc w4 (t4)

 

She was lucky not to be executed, how dare one slyly disregard my authority. I remember her look of terror as slave 372 slipped on the white metal cuffs, it gave me pleasure watching the bloody marks the cuffs left, her pale hands fumbling.

She was oblivious to my position as leader and obviously did not respect my status.

‘Clean my desk,’ I roared.

’Why,’ her pale blue eyes confused.

BECAUSE I SAID SO!’, my eyes filled with rage.

Shaking my head in disbelief I beckoned gaurds  ordering the rest of her youth and mature life to be a mute slave.

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