<strong>Madison~ Home?</strong><br/><br/>The lotus and hyacinth smelled beautiful, filling her senses and bringing a smile to Madison's face.<br/><br/>She glanced at Moussad and clicked her way past, sorely tempted to slam his foot with one of her "hooks". It was the least he deserved after all his nonsense and misundertanding.<br/><br/>Mega annoying.<br/><br/>Thinking better of it Jahdem slipped past and paused halfway to the bedroom. She would avoid a fucking if possible. After the brutal taking of her cherries it was the last thing on her mind.<br/><br/>There was a buzzing and the unofficial slave pretended not to listen but the words rang loud and clear, her knuckles turning even whiter as she gripped the middle bars. Jah- no- Madison was no piece of property and the mere thought of others referring to her as such set the English girl aflame with anger.<br/><br/>Moussad's grin was met by a scowl. "I need my medicine," she stated matter-of-factly, shifting her weight from one crutch to the next.