She was a beautiful woman. Brunette hair, hazel eyes, firm breasts. But it was the English that threw her off "you're from earth too!" She gushed. Though frowned she was no one's slave. Back on Earth she had been a top journalist. Not exactly slave material.<br/><br/>Kyla was your average woman, trapped on Gor now. She didn't know enough of the language and pulled at the collar and chains. "Set me free." She demanded of him despite the fact that he towered over her, her small frane demanded respect.<br/><br/>Kyla had been on Gor exactly three weeks. She had been caught immediately and was chained as a potential slave. People passed her by because of her lack of training, and the man who had been sold her hadn't the time not energy to try and break her. Instead he out her at a ridiculously low price hoping someone would take her off his hands.<br/><br/>Daniel was just that man, and she fought the collar and chain more trying to pull it off to no avail. "You can't seriously be as sick as these men who own slaves here" she scoffed at him.