(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/VeronicaAvatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Veronica Downing</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Linda Tuchamba's house<br/><strong>With:</strong>Linda Tuchamba, Nataliya Kobevko<br/><br/>On the drive back I calmed down. The thought of my life being changed forever for the worst was slowly settling in and when we arrived at the house, the blonde slave had no problems chaining me to the garage wall. I was tame as a puppy. When the lights went out I raised my knees to my chest and tried to stay warm. The few rags I had on were not nearly enough to keep me warm but that wasn't my biggest concern. That horrific thought kept mauling through my mind until I fell asleep, tired of a very long day with very little sleep. In fact the last time I slept was in Africa, the night before I was caught. My body was sore and my mind exhausted.<br/><br/>The next day I woke up from the rattling of the garage door. Chocolate and snow white had arrived again. Not wanting to fight but seeing no other way to express my sheer panic and frustration I struggled anyway until they put me in the cage. At least this car was a lot more comfortable than the other one and the little slut had to get in the back as well.<br/><br/><strong>"Suits you well slut. You're not a penny better than I am." </strong><br/><br/>I wasn't sure if she spoke English but I didn't care. During the drive I tried to stay quiet but I couldn't help but rattle the cage a few times until we arrived. Chocolate spoke to me and I wanted to spit at her. When she opened the cage I did. I spat at her but I didn't fight the slave. Not because I felt sorry for her, but because I knew I wasn't going to win.<br/><br/><strong>"Put it on. I won't fight an unfair duel."</strong>