He massaged her neck around the collar, then sather up. He ran a short chain though the loop about her waist, andfastened each end to a wrist manacle....He stood and donned his whiterobe; holding her leash, and said, ``Come with me.''He stopped in the hall to open a closet and get a pink shift for herto wear. It was light and pleasant against her skin. Then he leadher to the kitchen. It seemed strange to be in this place again whilein chains, but strangenesses were no longer her concern. He. "They made you work at a ruby mine?"Di shrugged. "People who get into foster care aren't always looking to help kids. Some are crazy and make you do weird religious stuff. Some want cheap labor for crap jobs they couldn't pay anyone else to do. Grammy's place wasn't the worst place I've had to live." What's worse than slave labor?" Michelle asked with a look of horror on her face."Creeps," Di said. "People trying to touch you or worse. I dressed like a boy, cut my hair off, and stopped bathing. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Not even with Spike… and they had done some… depraved things…Faith tipped her head back up with a finger, not allowed her to hide. Buffy sniffed, feeling so pathetic as her nose dribbled and tears left tracks down her face.“Bend down at the waist and kiss my feet,” Faith said, the amusement now back in her voice. She was clearly loving every moment of this.Buffy didn’t hesitate this time. She knew that any hesitation would only lead her to further. "If anyone wants to talk to me, or even see about becoming intimate with me, all they have to do is come and talk to me. I'm not going to put myself on a pedestal, or think that I'm better or more privileged than anyone else here, because of what's happened to me." Well that's really good to hear that you feel that way, Jordan. Barocca and some of her girls always thought that they were better than everyone else was, and a lot of us didn't like them for it. I think that's why Barocca started.