"Sarah! Melanie! Get the new slut ready for tonight!"Two of the slave girls came over to me and, leading me by the leash still attached to my collar, ...ook me through a door and into what were apparently the rooms for slave preparation. There they bathed me, shaved any hair from my body, and applied makeup and perfume to me. They were also from my home city, but had been captured several months earlier while traveling, before the current conflict had broken out. We whispered furtively in our. She wrapped her huge breast around the white handle. My eyes got real big when she moved the end of the handle near her mouth. Her big pink lips were so close. Ok! Im back. Mr. Kelly. Have you been behaving? Whats between your breast Kaycee? said Tiffany. Kaycee moved the white handle from her breast. Then went back to mopping. Sorry, I just stopped for a second. It kinda of just happened. said Kaycee. Oh! Ive been good. I said. Tiffany moved to the end of the kitchen. She stood there with her. “Punish me for what? For wishing to kill my enemy? For desiring freedom? Anyone would do the same. If you won’t let me go then I will see you or me dead in that struggle, for there is naught you can learn or gain from me.” Her words were overly proud given the helplessness of her position, yet she pressed on. “And if you’re just going to kill me sooner or later, I suggest that you do it now and stop wasting my time.”The Voice laughed, but it was a sound without mirth and full of threat.“Kill. Fortunately most spirits seem to be trapped in certain places but unfortunately both the house I grew up in and the high school I went to were places were spirits were trapped with the spirit in the house and three at the school all aware that I could see them. The spirits at my high school were especially unrelenting with one in particular, a huge six foot tall obese man, who liked to follow me around all day at school shouting explicit and disgusting sexual things at me or just calling me a.