Christine tried to yank herself free from Tom's grip, and looked like a cornered kitten. When the Lady spoke, she listened, but didn't stop pulling. She had nothing against the mother, but she didn't know how the woman could put up with these chauvinistic pigs!<br/><br/>Tom was soon dragging her out of the room, and she pressed her lips together before speaking tersely once they were in the hall.<br/><br/>"So...where are you taking me? If you want it to look like an accident, then I would suggest letting me go outside. I will die before too long."<br/><br/>Her pale curves were still covered by the chemise in front, but her skirt was torn down the back. He didn't seem to desire her, and that was upsetting.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Ms. Prescott nodded respectfully at Lady Constance.<br/><br/>"Yes, Milady. I apologize, but this is the first time I have seen this slave. I shall speak to her and the staff tonight."<br/><br/>Looking over to the other slaves, she gave them a warning look, and then smiled in thanks.