Slamming her fist against the wall she cooled herself, tresses of black hair spilling around<a class="link link--external" href="http://picfor.bildero.net/001169D0/k-sexy-black-and-white-analove-black-white-black-and-white-photography-pic-Niki-KANDYS-ALBUM-Brunettes-and-Dark-Haired-Beauties-cool-alle-My-Fav-Hot-Girls-Judy-moudy-Woman-BW-Sexy-women-O%C4%9Fuzhan-Ko%C3%A7-wow-loneliness-Beauty-lies-on-the-look-Beauty-sexy-BW-my-album-bw-Beautiful-Pic-The-Perfect-Pose-girls-xxx_large.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Alisa's</a>slender shoulders. Her teeth ground together in bent rage at the news the Red Angel's had given her. Go back to slavery, go back to the very beast that left you for dead and behave for them. In the year that had followed her rescue, the black hatred that had stew for years biting to be released. This was the only assignment had been given since she got here, and as much as she hated it she had to go along.<br/><br/>Turning her face towards the dark hall, her footsteps moved slowly head facing the ground in dread. By now her slave trader would be stepping into the room to take her. Trap her into the steel bars of prison, a prison she all to well remembered to this date. Her hard soiled shoes clattered through the barren halls, bouncing off the wall to curve back to her ears.<br/><br/>Delicate fingers pressed against the rough wood door being the only thing stopping her from facing her mission. To be a spy would mean she needed to act different, more accepting of individuals around her. Pushing forward she was greeted by the dim light, her beige face splashed with a golden hue. "When do we go out?" her voice barely above a whisper, dark orbs staring to the ground refusing to look at the leader.<br/><br/>"We leave soon, don't we Nanai?"<a class="link link--external" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2234/1817582979_70ff3d84cb.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Glenta</a>spoke softly, appearing behind the young woman in a cloud a mystical dust. Her crooked hand resting against the young woman's shoulder. Alisa lowered her head holding her tongue always hating the woman that had been assigned to her.