Taking It Slow and Easy

Looking down at my wrist, it still feels like a dream.

The pale skin is free of the brand that used to torment me and threaten me with death.

There’s still a tingling sensation, but they said it would gradually get better.

When I was branded a slave and living at the slave traders’, there wasn’t a day when the blood on my wrist had dried.

After all, my Master could use the brand to command me whenever he wanted.

I’d wondered if I should just cut off my wrist, but apparently the brand had sunk deep into my body.

It was a way to control a slave whenever and wherever you wanted….

But Claude had never once used the brand to torture me.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know how to use it.

If he’d wanted to torment me, he could have done so as much as he liked...