A slave and nothing more

The room came across to be silent, and only Katrina could be noticed as she peered expressionlessly at the newbie in the room.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that," Eleanor asked, she was slowly dressing up as she glimpsed at Katrina.

"Avoid me,” Katrina grudgingly asserted, and she looked away while seating up on her bed.

"You know, somehow I have this strange feeling as if we have met before," Eleanor told, glanced down at her blue short skirt and she unpleasantly sighed.

The dresses which were brought for her were extremely short that they revealed her thighs, and the white shirt wasn't helping out as they visibly show off her belly button.

Inwardly she cursed as she sat on her old bed, leaning down to her legs so she could put on her black flat shoes.

"I said you should avoid me, bitch!”Katrina snapped, eliciting Eleanor to pause her move for a while.

"Sorry," she muttered, and she stood as she walked towards the door.

"If I were you bitch, I will flee from this domai