Slave # 4<br/><br/>She continued to close her eyes tight trying her best to ignore his words, His touch, his presence all together. She was not here. She was back in her studio. Her  paint brush dripping red as she painted the most demonic looking fiend she could think of against a black background. not here, not here.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened again though as he started to harass  the young girl next to her. She was much younger then herself. To young for whatever horrors might await them here. She took a breath and in a soft but loud enough for him to hear her tone she said. " Leave. Her . Alone."