â€œWell Amora,â€ Viktoria said softly, sweetly, â€œthereâ€™s no need to be nervous! Iâ€™m sure he wont do to you what he did to the other pets!â€ Amora opened her mouth, probably to ask what had happened to the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>pets, when the hand servant pointed towards a large white bird.<br/><br/>Amora found herself sinking further into the tub, feeling the need to cover herself with foam and hot water. The demoness's attempts to frighten the girl were working far better than she thought. The new pet could almost hear some slave's wails of agony as their master plunged something into their eyes to remove them very bloodily. In her thoughts, it was a spoon, since that would be the most painful thing a demon could think of, gouging eyes out with a spoon. If she wasn't sure someone would punish her, she might have dry-heaved right then and there.<br/><br/>Even though she was surrounded by hot water, she felt goosebumps prickle her skin. She almost wished she was back with that slaver. Amora noticed a few of the women covering their mouths; they were probably trying not to laugh at the girl's misfortunes. Amora felt like fainting, but she couldn't be sure she wouldn't be punished for doing that. She could already tell, the life of a slave and pet would not be an easy one.