<b>RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Seductive Kitsune|~|</b><br/><br/>Sariah sat in the crate unable to see anything. All she could tell was that she had been shipped to a new building. The crate wasn't moving and things went silent. She could barely move her arms, as they were bound at the wrists. Her long black hair teased her naked form. The collar around her throat further irratated her. It was much to tight to rest, but loose enough to breath. Screaming would do no good here. She knew she was a slave now. #24601, personal slave training center, or pstc for short. They made it clear she was no longer a person. She tried fighting their will. She lost. Now she was in this damned box, unable to know where the hell she was. Suddenly she heard voices. One voice. Had someone found her?! Please let them be friendly, and male. She just wanted to have a male master, she could live with that. A knife stabbed at the top of her container. She shrunk away, as the person finally pryed up her prison. Sariah looked up at the girl, bound and helpless. She looked like a slave, and she doubted that she was her owner. She kept silent, scared of the girl still holding the knife.