The Slave_(0)
“You see, that one comes from a… different background. She isn’t currently offered for sale.” Richard’s eyes gleamed, clearly wanting to tell me how he came into possession of such a piece of property. “Oh?” I took the bait. “It’s a bit of a unique story, really,” he started. “She was picked up in New England when she was fifteen and ended up being his personal piece. The kid who took her says she was the perfect target, sitting in an airport alone at one AM.” My gaze drifted back to the slight girl perched in the corner as he continued to talk. “The kid did everything right, and she didn’t even fight him,” Richard paused, waiting for me to react. “So she’s simple.” I cut in. Certainly only a very slow girl would allow …