It was a lot to take in and most of what we learned was useless, but it was a necessary step for all use newcomers. I can only imagine how bored my ro...mmate was.I’m not quite sure how long it took, but we eventually made our way to the stable. There were dozens and dozens of horses. Some were big, some were small. Some had a dark coat, some a pale one. Some were young, others quite ancient.It took a while, but we were eventually on our way. The instructor—a surprisingly young and incredibly. And burst into tears.He made an exasperated, slightly amused sound, and cradled my head. “Such an emotional little slave girl. Hold on.” I watched him pull away through my tears, watched him undress. And then he got into the water, pulled me close, and I was back in the safe circle of his arms, sniffling into his shoulder. “Deep breaths. Disorienting after I held you so far under, isn’t it? We’ll take this slowly. How about we finish the bath and go for a walk together?”“O-okay. Yes, Master.”. The fourth was closed. The Minister took a key from the pocket of his jacket and unlocked the door. It swung slowly open. Inside, sat on the floor, chained by her neck to the wall and recognisable by her long dark hair in spite of her veil, was Cora Argyll. The growling grunt that she gave as the door swung back told me that she was still gagged behind her veil. Her wrists and ankles were shackled but the veil, the gag and the chains were all that she wore. The only other thing in the small. If you want to call him you should,” he said brushing the hair from my eyes. I smiled at him and shook my head, “I don’t want to call him, but… I’m afraid he will call her again and we will be interrupted again.” “Call him,” Jeff said as he stood and exited the room. I sighed and called Jeremy. He answered quickly and did not even give me a chance to say hello. As he yelled about knowing I was with him and that he was going to tell my parents I tried to talk to him. When I realized there was no.