Look down at your screen. Sara blinked. Xxnx Sara froze, concentrating on her breathing to hold back the fear. There was no hesitation when he burned a slave, no trace of compassion on his face while he watched them twitch and scream. She could sense the eyes of every intact male in the room tracking her with unblinking stares, their heads swiveling like security cameras. What a fucking cunt.”
***
With the House Mistress Cruz once again once again on her knees, servicing her, Sara reflected on one essential difference between slaves and their masters. “I want to see it, before you swallow it down,” he told her. It read:
1) Congress of American States
2) Charter of Absolute Sovereignty
3) Confederation of American States
4) Coalition of Appropriate Status
She twisted the knob around until it pointed at number three and watched the timer count down the last
