10. A Mystery

Darren:

Staring down at my new slave who knelt in front of me, the right side of her cheek had a red print on it and I immediately knew someone touched her, the sight annoyed me. I don't want anyone touching her except me, ALONE!

Tracing the map of her skin with my hands alone. To create a trail of sensations that she alone would recall.

Upon discovering the broken pottery in my room, I felt a surge of frustration. It was one of my mother's most treasured possession, holding sentimental value beyond measure. However, as I looked into her tear-filled hazel eyes, my initial anger wavered.

Though tempted to still punish her, I had to attend to the fact that someone dared to lay a hand on her.

Her body flinched involuntarily as my hands brushed over the spot where she had been struck, silently conveying the pain she had experienced

Growing increasingly impatient, I demanded once more with a low voice "Who did this to you, dear?" Her watery eyes shifted towards my left, revealing t