"No, of course not.  Even if you'd succeeded, there is no leaving the house for you.   You'll become a permanent fixture, like one of the chairs to be sat on or one of the horses to be ridden."  He smiled.  Out of all his family, he was probably the least excited by the prospect of a docile slave girl.  Docile girls weren't very afrad which meant he had to get creative.<br/><br/>With this new girl, and others like her, he could taste the fear in them.  It was palpable and absorbing.  They were screaming 'take me, take me'  and he happily obliged, making them feel humiliated and pain along the way.  Such was the price for the pleasure he needed.<br/><br/>He leaned back and smiled.  She was adorable, crawling around the bedroom like a scared child trying to cover herself.<br/><br/>"If you submit, you'll be given quarters, work and food.  If you continue to refuse... well, you'll submit eventually."