The third room was a breeding room. The sows or gilts (a young sow that has not had her first litter) were kept in pens on one side of a breeding area... and on the other side were three pens which each held a boar. Each boar was a different breed (one pink Yorkshire with ears that stood up, one pink Landrace with floppy ears, and one Hampshire which is black with a white belt. I was to feed and bed the pigs in the breeding room. Jean would handle the morning breedings, and she said I should. ?Speak.? She barked.?I’m sorry. So very, very sorry??erm, Mistress. If you let me go I’ll do anything you want. I swear I will! I can get you money, as much money as you want!? I blurted.?Money is not what I want from you. What I want from you is to see you here, tied up and at my mercy. But you may beg me if you wish. Beg me for your freedom.??Please. Oh, please let me go Mistress. I’m sorry. I am! I’m really sorry. Just let me go, you don’t have to do this!?She listened intently. . But then the man grabbed my hair in one hand and put the other one around my throat. "Don't make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," I nearly wept. "Just please don't hurt me”.He let me go and I quickly handed over my purse, removed a gold chain necklace and a few rings, handing them over into his waiting hand. "Is that all, bitch, just forty dollars?" He asked after searching inside my purse."I think we deserve a little more than forty fucking bucks for all of our trouble". He looked at his. Mama had been wrong about it just being words, or that once spoken, they could be taken back, and changed. The words themselves had produced changes in us both, and a marked shift in our relationship emphasis. Where before there had only been wonder and amazement about how great our love felt, now it had turned to doubt, and about us questioning whether our love would even survive. Doubt was now clouding every aspect of our future together. I had assumed we'd be together forever, and now, I.