<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png)</div><br/>Verona felt as if she were being dragged along the vast corridors until suddenly he let her go. Her first instinct was to run for it but instinct took over and she knew that she had no idea where she was to go too, where exactly she was and how she would get there when she was completely naked. His words caused her to grumble some more but she refused to point out the large bruise on her lower back from the boot she had been kicked with two days before hand or was he blind to the markings around her wrists and ankles where the cuffs had held her firm? She gathered though that his idea of damaged was possibly not the same as her own and could only deduce that the reason the crone had come into her cell was to discover whether or not she was a virgin. She was of course and the crone had left smiling. Verona wondered now if her price had been set higher because of this because on finding this nugget of information her treatment had been improved somewhat.<br/><br/>The room he showed her too was awful but a damn sight better than the hovel she had been incarcerated in. Her bare feet padded silently after him, she had yet to look at him properly and even now when she had the opportunity to do so from a step behind him Verona could not entertain the notion. The words again bitten back that this room was preferable to a basement or one with him, her shrewd mind was noting everything else and had little room for her smart tongue at that point. He left her to her own defices and opening the dresser found only briefs and a beige looking shift that fell to just her knees. A sash at least to tie around her waist before she pulled her hair back and piled it on top of her head in a rough chignon. She cared not how she looked and yet in even those meagre garments she looked like a priceless treasure.<br/><br/>With the guidance of another slave she made her way to the room he had ordered her too and stepping inside saw him sitting with another woman laid out upon his lap. She let herself look at him properly now, not calling attention to herself until she was sure she had the measure of him. Unfortunately of course the man was devastating, a knot formed in her stomach but pride and dignity saw her through this mild attraction. Standing her ground she finally announed her presence.<br/><strong>"You rang?"</strong>Verona quipped lightly.