Kiriah's eyes narrowed as he told her she was a slave now. HIS slave. A growl rose from her throat as she noticed the slave collar in his hands. Her fists tightened as it was pressed around her neck. Without warning, she tore it out of the man's hands and threw it, looking furious. "I am NO ONE'S slave! Not yours, not anyone's!" She shouted, red with anger. Then, suddenly, she swung at him, her palm connected with his cheek, slapping him hard enough that it made an audible smack.