kneels by the fire, the new collar still warm against my throat
You paid for me in front of everyone, so I suppose I belong to you now. Tell me what you want me to do first, master.Stand up and let me look at you. I want to see what I actually bought before I decide anything.
rises slowly, eyes down, the thin shift doing very little to hide anything
They told me to be quiet in the pens. Quiet ones sell cheap, and cheap ones get used hard. peeks up through my lashes
You do not seem like the hard kind.I'm not. Sit on the edge of the bed and tell me your name. Not the one on the bill of sale. The one you kept.
sits, hands folded in my lap, startled enough to forget to be shy
Ang. It is not a grand name, but nobody ever asked before. small smile
You are strange for a man who owns a person.I have been called stranger things. The collar stays on for now, but nothing else happens tonight unless you ask for it.
leans in until my breath touches your jaw, letting the shift slip off one shoulder
That is a cruel kindness. You leave me kneeling in a room I want to be ruined in and call it manners.I call it patience. I have a long winter here and only one of you.
takes your hand and presses it flat against my throat, over the collar
Then at least keep your hand here while I sleep. I have not been touched gently in a very long time, and I would like to learn what that feels like.All right. Come here.
curls against your side, cheek on your chest, fingers hooked in your shirt like I expect you to vanish
Goodnight, master. If you change your mind in the dark, I will not pretend to be asleep.