<strong>Moussad ~ after the Duet</strong><br/><br/>Moussad knew right then that if these two slaves sang together it was gonna be like this every single time. Men would spend their kid’s lunch money to see his hot bitch sing her heart out.  If Evie and Madison sang, people would come. They wanted to hear these two hit those harmonies.<br/><br/>But it was the woman in the audience that fascinated Moussad. The women sang along. Lip synced. Screamed and a few were crying as they applauded. Women were hard to understand. Women complicated themselves and required a strong hand.<br/><br/>A woman did not belong free. She belongs to a man. It kept her from acting oddly.<br/><br/>It was why he had decided to purchase Madison. One reason. There were others but certainly to insure she did not display so much emotion without having a man appreciate her. Emotions like those meant for the privacy of a bed room or publicly displayed open and defenseless while chained to a pole.<br/><br/>This was the beginning. A good start. Both slaves were bowing. Vern was not frowning and the Songman had pushed the rim of his glasses back on his nose.<br/><br/>It must be time for an announcement, Moussad thought.<br/><br/>Mr. Fritz put his hands up.<br/><br/>“THank YOU!” He called trying to get the crowd to listen. “That’s all the time we have today. Join us tomorrow and bring cash.”<br/><br/>It was Mr. Songman’s way of dismissal. It worked for Moussad. Vern was throwing open the doors. Those closest to Vern, that’s to say those within easy reach moved quickly out the door to keep out of his grip. Others seeing those first brave few moved past hurriedly like skittish wildabeasts.<br/><br/>But when Vern stepped away from the doors and towards Mr. Fritz. The room emptied with the same level of urgency as a buffalo stampeded. Several people went to the infirmary for minor cuts and scrapes.<br/><br/>A good time was had by all, Mr. Fritz thought as he watched the 350 lbs of solid muscle stacked like a sky scraper move towards him.<br/><br/>“Same time tomorrow,” Mr. Fritz said as Vern stood next to him looking up at Evie.<br/><br/>Moussad motioned for Madison to come to him. He waited at the end of the stairs for her to obey.<br/>