Charlotte glanced back at the manor. She was concealed by the mask of night, but she knew better than to try and escape. She had tried once... The scars from the whipping still covered her back.

Rage had managed to escape. She gazed out into the night... and then sighed, making her way back to the manor...

As a werewolf, she could easily shift to her wolf form and run forever... but she had an imprint on her wrist, a burn of the crescent moon and a star, the sign of the werewolf. No one would let her stay at an inn, or sell her food. She was at the mercy of her master.

Filled with rage Gronath stormed out of the house carrying a seventeen foot long Chainmaille whip.
"WHERE ARE MY GUARDS!?" He smashed his whip into a small nearby tree with deadly acuraccy and broke it clean in half with a thunderous bang. Gronaths whip was his most fearsome weapon besides the fear he drove into his slaves.
"DAMMIT WHERE ARE THEY!" A guard ran up to him fear showing on his face. He saluted quickly and awaited his command.
"Two of those little brats have escaped again. It's too late for the one named Rage he's already off the grounds I think but the Female is around still I believe. They are worth a reasonable bit of gold and I WANT THEM NOW!!!" The veins on his bald head throbbed visibly. he sat down on the small wall surrounding the mansion his black pants tight against his legs as he bent his knees. He was short but extremely strong build. He was about 5"2' but he could pick up almost anything with his bare hands. His heart was cold as stone and all he cared about was the gold his little slave market brought in for him. His open chested vest with no sleeves showed his tanned skin aswell as his muscular arms. His left arm was filled with scars from previous werewolf escapes that he himself had foiled. Now he owned the place.


OOC : is that a good intro?
And is your char charlotte ouside? or in a cage outside?...

ooc~ a very good intro.

um... Charlotte's just outside.

ic~

Charlotte heard her master Gronath screaming. She was only seventeen, and still only 4"9'. She ran towards him and bowed low to the ground, not making a sound. Fear rippled through her... Her long black hair hid her face and her black eyes filled with tears. Rage had escaped, but what would become of her here? She knew better than to speak without being asked to. So she lay there, bowing... she would have prayed if she still believed in any higher power...

He put her foot on her back not even caring about breaking a rib of her on the hard stairs.
"Trying to escape again? Answer me." He pressed his foot down harder making her head touch the hard stones. he made his whip swirl in front of her face to make her tremble in fear. The metal links scraped along the floor making an eery sound of doom.

"No My Lord," Charlotte struggled to speak through the pain he was inflicting on her back. It burned to breathe, had he broken a rib? She quivered with fear. His whip swirled in front of her, and she could not cease her shaking. The pain of the whip had caused her to fall unconcious last time...

He took her foot of her back and gave her one clean whip slah across her back making her dres tear in that spot. Blood seeped out through the tiny cut. Gronath rolled up his whip and put it at his side.
"Take her away and put her in the containment cell for the night. Give her a slice of bread and a cup of water in the morning." He walked into the mansion and slammed the door shut.


OOC : How am I doing? This is the first truly evil guy I've done ever...

ooc~ you're doing great. ^_^ is it fun being evil? :lol:


The guards dragged Charlotte into the containment cell. They threw her in roughly, and she hit her head against the wall and was sent into dark unconciousness...

She awoke groggy and in pain. There were no windows so she didn't know if it was still night or day. There was a cup of water and a slice of bread on the floor. She eagerly gulped down the water, so thirsty.

It had been a while since she had eaten, so she chewed the bread slowly...

Munching on a piece of perfectly roast chicken he put his feet up on the white marble table in his living room. The hearth crackled merily as the fire in it flamed up into the chimney.
"Damn slaves have respect for nothing." He got up and walked to the cell where Charlotte was. He took some grapes with him as he walked out the door into the bright sunnny day. He opened the cell door with his key and sat down on a chair a guard put there for him.
"Where is Rage?" He shot a grape at her and ate another spitting the seed in her direction.


EDIT: OOC : I love being the bad guy for once.

"I don't know, Master," Charlotte bowed down low. "I wasn't trying to escape, My Lord..."
Charlotte was afraid. She didn't know where Rage had gone. He had told no one. How was she supposed to give her master information she didn't have? What was going to happen to her...?

He pelted another grape at her hitting the back of her head and smirked. Gronath walked over to her and made her look straight into his eyes. His whip rattled as he walked.
"Tell me again if you know where he is." He saw no lie in her eyes and let her head hang again spitting a grape seed into her hair. He sat down on the small stool again and threw a handfull of grapes in front of her.
"Eat those and tell me what you were doing outside and maybe I'll let you stand in the market today.

Charlotte ate the grapes respectfully and gratefully. "I don't know where he is, Master... I was outside looking for him... I'm sorry." Charlotte bowed low to the floor, fear welling up in her. Would he really let her stand in the market? She still heard the threatening sound of the whip... that was what made her afraid and unsure...

OOC>> hope that i can join this. i was thinking like the spoiled little masters kid. maybe 10 years of age. that would be funny.

running through the house he turned the corner. speed in his step. he jumped on top of the guards back." take me to my dad, or ill have you put into slavery like the others." as the guard walked to the cell he slapped the man on the backside with a smaller whip his daddy had gave him. " move.. faster now." reaching the cell he walked in like he was all seroius." dad she ran didnt she want me to whip her. ill do it. she deserves it."

Ignoring his offspring for a moment he whacked the wall right above Charlotte making it cruble a little.
"I'll leave you for now but you'd best have some answers as to where he is when I come back. or else..." He tapped her butt softly with the whip and left walking back to the house. His guards would patch her up for the market to make her presentable.


OOC : Bloody is you my son or doughter?

OOC: hope no one minds me joining in then aswell

IC: Raven too was a slave.... and had tried to run away more then anyone could count... just as well she had every single scar to prove it.... Even with all of her scars and the fact that she was a slave whom was taken care of poorly, she was still surprisingly beautiful in a wounded bird type of way..... Raven's hair casscaded down her back reaching to her butt in a blood red waterfall, She also possessed a slender figure, espeacially since she wasnt fed much.... Her eyes were a bright green and held an intelligent look to them, as well as some curiosity.... And curiosity almost got this wolf killed.... Raven too possesed the gift of the werewolve... and had once when she was younger and more foolish, changed to rise against her master.... She paid dearly for it.... On her body from her left shoulder all the way down to her right thigh she held a deep white scar, that she had gotten for her stupidity.... Raven hung her head at the thought and continued to fold laundry in silence.... Raven was 22 now.. and had been with her master since she was 17.... Raven knew Charlotte and they were good friends when they were aloud together to do their jobs.... Raven sighed, she and Charlotte both would give anything and everything to get out of this awful place.... Raven scolwed down at the clothing in her hands and without meaning to she riped the shirt that she held in half.... Raven let out a whimper, she would be whipped for this... If anyone ever found out........ Raven then threw the shirt into the garbage as if nothing ever happened and continued folding the clothing

OOC: hope it's all good that I kind of join, with the new edition with the kid and all hehe....

IC: *Katrina sat gracfully in the kitchen as she heard the boy run threw the house. She hide under one of the tables. She was one of the favorites. Never taken to market, and was actually; though they kept it a secret quit well, the mother to the lords child. When the lord was younger he had his way with her more then once, and well acidents do happen. She was fair in all respects, not talking, and simply took what was given to her... not complaining, or whining. When she spoke it was "yes m' lord", "Right away m' lord", "whatever you ask... m'lord". Never saying no. She; however, did fear the child... for to everone in the manor, she was just bascily a serving wench, or nurse maid to the little brat. She had few brusies, mostly from the guards trying to have there ways with her. her dress was always riped, and torn from the men of the manor, but she kept on smiling, and didn't mind to much. She did fight back on ocasion, she was quit spirited, but she seemed to have strange feelings to the hatefull lord. Clearing the table from there meal, and starting to scrub the dishes, and hearing the lord storm threw, as she heard the sound of his metal whip, and the sound of him truging threw the manor... she tried to ignore it... but somehow, she moved to the door way and watched him walk.*

He sat down on a large sofa near the hearth and put his feet up. Gronath saw Katrina look at him and gave her a faint smile. He had a very strange relatioship with her. He sat up and walked over to her. Her dress was torn again and she was dirty from todays work.
"Come and wash me." He took her butt in one hand and dragged her to the bathroom by an arm. Several other slaves were filling the large bathtub with warm water. The bathroom was the only place in the house where he took his whip off and even then he did not leave it out of his sight for more than a second.

*the one shoulder of her dress fell down, showing the top of her brest, as she quickly pulled it back up. Her long curly brunet hair hanging down her shirt, and around her face. Tilting her head down, as he grabed her. Just whispering "as always m'lord" When pulled into the steaming room; because the water was always sculding hot. Slowly undressing him, as he himself placed his whip down. As the other servants started to exit out of the room, she kelt down beside the tub; as her lord slowly got in. Taking a rag/sponge thingy and slowly rubbing his shoulders, and down his chest. Taking the soapy water, and running her delicate fingers threw his hair as she washed his face and neck; working her way around so that he wouldn't have to yell... every now and then looking at the whip out of the cornor of her eye; how she feared it... only real thing she had to fear. So she just washed him in scilence. Her long purple dress getting wet from the water, as she pushed some of her hair out of the way. Like some of the other girls, her dress was very tight, and showed ever curve, but hers was slightly more reveling, becasue it was always loosened from the guards. Her bright green eyes staring at him, as she just washed him, her hands truning red from the hotness of the water.*

Charlotte was cleaned and ready for the market... the guards had been sure to that. The guards were talking amongst themselves, wondering if they should send her out now, or wait for their master. Charlotte sighed and glanced at the mirror. It was a sign of wealth... She gazed at her reflection. She was too thin, and her skin was very pale, but the dress the set her in clung to the curves of her body, making her look attractive and more than just a slave. Her black hair fell past her shoulders, her black eyes were piercing and cold.

"Am I to go to the market now?" Charlotte asked them. The guard closest to her slapped her.

"You will speak when spoken to." His gaze was angry and impatient. Charlotte bowed her head in submission...

She wondered where Raven was and if she would see her today... Did Raven know of Rage's escape? And what of Katrina? Would she remain home as she usually did?

OOC>im a boy.

IC> running out of the room and back up to his room he decided to play with his slave. a small girl that his daddy had got for him as a present.

Gronath held her suddenly feeling the urge for love. He ripped her dress off with one hand and started to have his way with her. He did not rape her no she was dear to him but not like a loved one merely a slave who was good to him just the way he wanted. His whip fell behind the tub out of sight.
"Tomorrow you shall take a bath and dress your finest. I want you to be at the party as my courtisane." In some ways she had some control over his actions but she did not fully comprehend her skills at this.

*Her dress fell to the floor in a heap, as he pulled her into the large bath. She closed her eyes, and let him have his way with her. Never strugling, or complaining; a perfect slave. As he slowly talked in her ear as he pressed himself on and into her. she nodded sliently; moaning softly as he continued untill he was finished. She lay there in the tub with him; touching his chest softly. Not knowing if she should speak. She simply said "Thank you m'lord". For wanting her there, and not anyone else. Talking softly "What would you have me wear for you m'lord. I do all things only to please you." Blinking slowly as she spoke. She knew some of the other slaves were quit jelious. The only reason she was ever beat was if a guard either just wanted her to cry, or yell in pain; because she never rejected anyone for anything no matter what they did. Or if her lord really was upset at someone else, and she happened to be there; normally that was an accident. Still lying in the hot water; simply enjoying his prescense, as he did what pleased him most.*

running back into the room where his father was. busting into the door," dad molly wont..... what are you doing? what are you doing with her. is that what i should be doing?"


OOC> this will be fun

He felt very relaxed after he came into her. Gronath played with her hair a bit as she lay on his chest.
"Thank you." He whispered almost unheard petting her hair.
His son walked in and he saw them together.
"GET OUT YOU LITTLE BRAT! DON4T YOU KNOW YOUR FATHER IS BATHING?" He got out of the tub and dragged g-his son by the ears into the hall and came back to her locking the door. His son just wrecked a nice moment and he felt dirty again.
Taking her firmly by the arm he made her wash him again as he told her his instructions for the day.
"I want you to wear the Black and red dress that is coming by carridge mail in a few hours. You shall go to the man and recieve the dress and make yourself look gorgeous ok?" He never talked with hate in his voice at her. only when the other slaves were being disobedient and he had to set and example. He calmed down as he felt her experienced hands wash his back with the sponge.

going up stairs, after his father ripped his ear off, he walked in his room," molly come here i have to do this to you". he started to try and do what he saw his father doing." this isnt working and it hurts." getting up and walking down the stairs again. he walked up to the kitchen and stared at the slaves outside.

"Come on," the guard yelled at her. They dragged Charlotte upstairs, to the foyer at the entrance.

Charlotte nodded mutely and stood there stiffly, waiting. She couldn't remember ever going to the market. This would be her first time... she didn't know what to expect.

Raven sighed heavily... she ached.... ached all over, she had been awake for far too long and now trudged down the halls to go to the slave chambers... which was down in the basement...... the floor that she was on... Was oddly quiet... Raven wondered where everyone was and what was so important that they had left this floor untouched....... This all made Raven very uneasy and she was wide awake now as she walked down the corridor.... Raven then decided since no one was to be seen that she would explore this wretched house... Maybe she'd find a better escape route..... Raven reached the end of the corridor and began to climb the stairs that were to her right... She slowly began to walk up them until she heard voices...... Raven had very acute hearing since she spent most of her time alone and in silence... Raven could hear a bunch of guards, fussing over a slave..... But who...... Raven slowly crept up the stairs further trying to see if she could hear anymore..... She frowned as she came right up to the door her ear pressed against it.....

"Who else is going to the market?" Charlotte asked eagerly. The guard slapped her in response.

"You will speak when spoken to! How hard is that for your werewolf brain to understand? Useless wretch..." The guard slapped again and pressed her against the wall, stroking her black hair, carressing her... "So pretty though..."

"No," Charlotte narrowed her eyes. She hated being touched. Her black colored-eyes grew to cover the white part of her eyes, until they were entirely black. Her bones arched and she shifted form, her teeth growing, her bones clenching. She growled and clawed the guard off of her... She couldn't help it. She held her aching head... "Stop... this..."

Raven's eyes widened considerably as she heard her dear friends voice... and the hurt within it... Raven assessed the situation... she guessed their were about 3 or 4 guards in their... and one or more would have their way with Charlotte.... if they could..... Raven burst into the room and started screaming bloody murder..... Raven could reach high enough notes to break a window..... Raven hoped with all her being that Charlotte would take this as an opprotunity to escape these bastards...... And she didnt have much time either... Raven would soon either be attacked or loose her voice.....

*The whole scene with the lord went by so quickly she didn't even have time to scream. The boy came in, he was pulled out, Gronath pulled her body out of the tub, and then splashed her down again as he comanded her to wash him once more. Her hands masaging his back and neck; as he always loved her to do. Even though she was a hard worker, her hands were so soft, and could tame even the wildest of men. Simply listening to her instrustions and taking her hands off of him, and bowing her hair looking like seaweed in the water. softly saying "It will be my pleasure... m'lord". Her body now soaked and her chest moving up and down from the sudden rush of adrelaline from him having his way, and then the boy, and then trying to be calim again.*

Akora had to help her friend. RAVEN!!! She pulled all her muscles together in unison, urging on the change. She shifted to her wolf form and clawed at the guards, tearing at flesh and tendons and major arteries. She shifted back to her mortal form... "The Master isn't going to like this..."

Raven's voice broke and she went silent...... She sighed.... "Come on Charlotte...... we might be able to make a sucessful escape from this wretched place.... If ur up for it?" Raven's voice was soft and husky and she spoke her last line with great bitterness to Charlotte......

He heard the commotion down the hall and grabbed for his whip stumbling out of the bathtub as his whip had fallen behind it.
"CAN'T A MAN GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET?" If he would catch the maggot who had started this he'd whip him in half. Putting on his pants he stormed out into the halll his whip shining in his hand. His face turned red as he saw the commotion. A servant of the house who was a low ranking slave in the wrong place and the wrong time lost his leg to his masters furious strike of his whip.
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU WORM! WHAT IS ALL THIS?" A guard stood in the room with his sword pointed at Charlotte. Snapping it in half with his whip he turned to the two slaves the veins on his bald head throbbing in fury. Breathing heavily through his nose his chest rose and fell in anger. Gronath was standing in the only door to exit the room holding his fearsome weapon. He struk a pose and waited for an answer or an explanation from either the guards or the slaves. His face cold as ice he waited.

"Too late," Charlotte whispered to Raven. They couldn't escape... Charlotte closed her pale lids over her black eyes. She had managed to kill quite a few of the guards, ripping apart their flesh in her wolf form. But one still remained. The one who'd cut her side, still gushing blood to the floor.

"Gronath," Charlotte's eyes narrowed. "I will never call you Master again. I belong to no one." She lunged for the guard, kicking him in the groin and twisting his wrist until he dropped his sword. She then proceeded to slice the sword through the guard's neck. She turned to Gronath, fire burning in her eyes...

He took a defencive step back and slashed his whip across her right leg making a viscious cut along the whole side of it.
"Not call me master eh? I can live with that. You most likely can't so I'll help you from your misery." He whacked his whip again and again slashing her entire dress off with thunderous bangs as the whip broke the soundbarrier each time it struck. Blood was splattered all over the whips end and flecked along the walls as he waved it around his head smashing her in the stomach.

*Katrina didn't want to have anything to do with the slaves that were trying to excape. She might have her own powers, and so forth, but she wouldn't even risk it. She dressed puting her long curly hair up, peices of it hanging down her body. She quietly cleaned the bathroom, and walked down to the kitchen where she say her boy. He had no idea... maybe a small hint, because he always saw his father with her, but in general he wouldn't. Making a small curtsy to the brat as she smiled warmly, and looked at him draging his small whip on the ground as she walked closer. She started cutting a few apples to make when she heard more screaming. Puting everything down, and walking into the hall to see Charlotte, and Raven yelling. She screamed very loudly... but not like a human scream; it was so high pitched it made most of the glass shatter. Her lips turning blue as she did so... almost reavling what she was... till she saw her lord whipping Charlotte to death. She screamed again... even higher now her fingers, and up her arms turning a blue color; trying to make him stop, but he couldn't see her. So there would be no way of him punishing her.*

Charlotte tried to cover herself. She hated being touched. That was what started this. The guard- Charlotte tried to close out the pain from her mind. She grabbed the remains of her dress, trying to stop the bleeding and cover herself. She swiped the sword pitifully at Gronath... Her stomach was bleeding, her leg was bleeding, and the side that the guard had cut, the right side of her stomach, was gushing blood. She knew that death was near...

Grinning from ear to ear he swirled his whip menacingly around his head. Gronath swished his metal malice at her feet and hit the ground one eight of an inch in front of her bare feet. The whips tip broke the soundbarrier once more as it flicked the tip of her toe making the skin on the enitre thing peel back like a banana. Her bare bone on her smallest toe was now open to the air and the muscles could be seen underneath the shabby remains that was her skin. He did it again whacking off the first piece of bone with a sound so loud it sounded like a gunshot.

Charlotte clutched the sword, and swung it towards Gronath, slicing into the skin on his chest. She tried pushing it in, but she wasn't strong enough. She collapsed to the ground in blood and pain.

Raven roared with anger, she had stood by long enough and watched this cretan hurt all of her friends..... Before Raven knew it she was in her werewolf form and lung towards Gronath, dogging his whip with great skill and speed... a great amount of adrenaline was rushing through her veins which allowed her to get into his guard....... Raven grabbed Gronath by the throat and pushed him up against the nearest wall.... She ripped the whip from his hand and growled deep and menacingly in his face "You bloody bastard..... you will SWEAR to let Charlotte and I and ANY OTHER SLAVE whom wishes to be free of this place SAFE PASSAGE FROM HERE..... You will NOT try to hunt us down...... u will follow these terms or die right here, right now...." Raven's eyes glinted dangerously as her grip tightened around Gronath's throat......

Fire burned in his eyes as her grip tightened. He wasn't afraid of a mere slave. Gronath had been in front of worse fires.
"I will do no such thing." He gave her a ferm punch in the ribs cracking one and shouted for his guards throwing her off making her scrape and tear a large part of his throat.
"That's going to leave a nice scar missy." His whip was on the other end of the room. he grabbed one from the twenty or so guards that joined him drawing their swords.
"Where do you think you'll go? werewolf heaven?" He laughed out loud at the thought.

"NO!" Charlotte growled angrily. "You will not harm Raven!" She screamed viciously, throwing herself on top of him. She extended her teeth, biting his wrist, clawing the whip out of his hands. "You will not harm Raven!" She was pulled away by a gaurd who held her hands above her head, studying her naked body. Another guard pressed himself against her.
"Don't..." Charlotte could hardly breathe. "Don't touch me." Fear pounded through her body and a tear slid down her cheek. The guard ignored her and held a knife to her throat. He looked back at Gronath.
"Shall I kill her?"

Raven roared in pain as she hit the floor....... But before she knew it she was standing again and lunging herself at the guard who had a hold of Charlotte and broke his neck killing him instantly.... this was all starting to get to crazy..... Raven was starting to doubt weather or not Charlotte and her were going to make it out of this place alive......

The guards surrounded them with drawn swords. One of them asked to kill them all and be rid of such filth. Gronath took his Iron whip from the floor and wiped the blood from his arm.
"They shall not be harmed. I want them fed dressed and put on a chain that not even my whip could break." He had other plans for them.
"Make sure they get the best medical treatment availeble." One of the guards shrugged and slashed at Raven with his sword. his arm fell to the ground not being able to finish the strike. Gronath coiled his whip and had an ice cold face with a lookd that screamed out murder on it.
"I said they will not be harmed." Yet he thought. The remaining guards took them by their throat and legs and walked them out of the room. even more guards joined them as they walked outside.
"The first thing i hear about them being heard I will take the life of the man responsible." Walking to Katrina he kissed her full on the lips and sat down in his chair waiting for her to patch him up a little.

Raven was utterly speechless..... her mind was in a whirl as the adrenaline slowly began to dissapate from her body.... Raven changed back into her human form as Charlotte and her were dragged away...... Her mind could absolutely not grasp what had just happened.... She thought for sure that they would both either escape, or die trying....... Tears began to stream down Raven's face.. tears of relief from having the fear of death lifted from her... for the moment... tears of exhaustion.. tears of confusion..... Though she did not utter a single sob.... She glanced over at Charlotte to find her back on her feet and silent... Raven desperately hoped that Charlotte would be ok......

Charlotte could not comprehend why Gronath wouldn't kill them. Why did he want them to be given medical treatment? Why was he commanding them not to be harmed? Charlotte shook her head, trying to grasp it. She could barely crawl, so a guard lifted her in his arms and carried her down the hall. "He didn't say where he wanted them," He murmured to his friend. "Just on a chain."

Charlotte longed for a dress to wear. If only she was clothed she would be more comfortable. The guard took her and Raven in a room, empty, save for a wall of chains. He put Charlotte on a chain at the end of the room, and put Raven on another chain.
"Here," the guard that carried her set her down gently and washed her wounds carefully. He stroked his hand over her body. She shivered.
"Get away from me," she spat at him. "Don't touch me." She willed herself into her werewolf form and started clawing at him, but he stood just out of the chain's reach, laughing softly.
"Pathetic," he murmured and walked away. She fell back into human form, dizzy and weak from blood loss, she fell into the safe dark of unconciousness.

*She felt him kiss her, in the kitchen as he sat at in one of the chairs. She looked towards her son and gently talked to him*
"Your father is very upset... go and play somewhere else young lord."
*She got some bandages, and a pot of hot water and irish whistky to clean the wounds out. Pouring the whisky over his open wounds, and gently washing them, and cleaning the blood. Looking into his eyes ocasionaly. She didn't relize but her finger tips were still blue, and a small hue of blue in her lips still remained as well. She breathed softly as he looked at her, and she could feel his body tense, she walked to the back of him. Then started to rub his shoulders speaking softly in his ear to try and cailm him down.*
"You are far to tense m'lord... you mustnt let there small rebelion vex you so. There are some that wouldn't leave you. I know I wouldn't m'lord..."
*Katrina softly trailed off, and got very quiet, and stoped rubing his shoulders suddenly when she saw the small blue scales running up her forearms. She turned her back on him, and gently, tried hiding them with a towel.*

Grinding his teeth as the whisky burned inside his flesh clearing out the bacteria he saw some blue creep over her.
"That scared huh?" He felt pity for her and deep down his cold heart started thawing a bit. He held the back of her head with his strong hand and made her lean in to the kiss he gave her filled not with passion but compassion. He almost never showed mercy or his feelings but when he did they were true and clear as crystal.

*Katrina's true self only did come out when she was scared, so yes... he knew her all to well. Though he knew what she was, and obviously didn't mind. She felt his powerful hands hold her, as she droped the rag exposing her scales up and down her arms. She flung her arms about him as he kissed her deeply. She could feel the blood still on his arms from the other slaves. Shivering, and backing up into the island in the middle of the kitchen.*

"Whats wrong? Katrina? Why are you shivering?" He threw his whip across the room. He was going to retire from the slave buisiness soon. That's why he had the rebelllious slaves washed and taken care of. He'd sell all his slaves except for one.
"I'm retireing Katrina. I've had it."

*Blinking slowly... she didn't know what to say. She knew very well who the one servant was. Though how could she do all things, and still take care of there child. She knew this was right, but at the same time... she didn't understand at all. She had to see these other slaves. Why did they rebel so?... she just didn't understand. She must talk with them. As boldly as she could.*
"M'lord... why don't I speak with them... find out why the rebeled so... that way ... maybe... you will not have to give up your lifes work?"
*As he held her close, she began to tremble even more... she never disobaied her master and lord. She was his playmate when he was young... and had been there all threw his life. So she waited quitely for his answer... as she kissed his cheek gently*