Marchant just stared at him bemusedly.Thankfully, Min came darting back into the room just then. Owen decided that it must be Min for 'minimis'. Jap...nese people weren't named Min, and a pure bred Yamato was as Japanese as they came.Min knelt at Owen's feet, holding the green tea above her head for Owen to take, which he did. Owen said nothing. This was part of the decorum, and he was glad he'd got it right this time. Masters never thanked slaves. Slaves only thanked masters. Min remained. I was walking in front of him and I was very aware of him staring at my ass. Soon, we were in his room. As we entered, Rohan closed and locked the door and told me to sit on the bed. I asked him why did he lock the door? He said that he was going to show me a special project.I sat on the bed, sweating and fiddling my thumb. Suddenly, Rohan came and whispered in my ear to read the file he gave me. I shivered and got goosebumps. With trembling hand, I took the file and began to read.Rohan pulled. I try to speak, but my mouth doesn’t move.“Too easy,” I hear the cleaning girl’s voice say, and the sheet from my bed is thrown over me, so I see nothing but white. 3- Ja-alixxeI have been kept restrained since my capture, my wrists shackled above my head, padlocked so I dangle from a fixture in the ceiling high above. I am utterly helpless.Ja-alixxe (I have learnt that is her name) is an experienced bounty hunter and clearly has no intention of allowing such a valuable prize as Melena de. He had set himself up at the dining room table, working and writing, and he would barely look when I would pass nearby.I swept, I mopped, I dusted, I scrubbed, I did dishes and I tidied. I grunted and moaned and I perspired and I leaked from my bound and teased cunt. I was a mess. I knew, as I was on my knees, bent over scouring the tub and toilet, that I was far from sexy – but that I was entirely humiliated.It was nerve-wracking as well. I needed to be perfect, so I would go over the same.