11-28-2009, 02:38 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/viera.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:5px; padding-left:20px; padding-right:20px; padding-bottom:95px;"> The other knew where to find alcohol and she felt a wave of relief fall over her. She was having the hardest time finding things and next she needed to find stuff for her. She would settle for a blanket, she supposed, because she could not think of anything else she needed as a slave. Bedding was the extend of her room and there were no need for accessories. She moved behind him when instructed to follow and was thankful for his help. Vieira began to feel awkward when he questioned her and even when he explained he did not know the word, she felt there was little she could assume. If he did not know the word, then perhaps he was not. "Slave," she repeated and brought her small hand to her chest. "Property to someone. My owner is Kaena," she tried to explain but felt inadequate. "I am property," she said and lifted her hand further and indicated the nose ring, often a symbol of someone being controlled, like bulls. |