(My apologies. I've been working and I've currently fallen ill. So forgive me.)<br/><br/>She flinched at the sound of his voice, fearing what he might do to her. She watched his hand from the corner of her eye. His voice softened a little but she was still scared. Slowly she inched her way out of the corner. She kept her pretty blonde hair in her face however. Just like Master Calius ordered her. No one but him shall gaze upon her face but his own. Her hair was in her face but it was flowy and soft. It was well taken care of unlike most slaves who's hair went disheveled and dirty. Slowly but surely she stood on her own, her hair down in her face, her head hung but now his eyes could see the long slender body that even beneath the large button down shirt, he could tell this woman was a well taken care of slave, other than some cuts, bruises and some scars here and there. But most prominantly, the scar on the inside of her wrists that looked fresh: Rope burn.