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Nothing happened for another 5 hours and I was getting bored. I was in that room for four days or how long, and I was getting used to it. Nothing terrible has happened to me during those days, so my stress ceased. Which meant lack of stimuli and hence the mentioned boredom. I was wondering if I should ask for something. A book for example but I didn't want to fight for it. I knew he would not give me something for free.

Finally the door opened. Well, that was nothing positive at all, because it was clear that he wasn't done with me yet, but at least something was happening. The owner headed to the new slave. That was good. I won't have to deal with anything and I will have something to watch, like a theater.

It all started the same as before. At first he tested how much she obey him with simple orders like stand up, come here etc. Much faster, however, he got to the latest command. Undress. I wanted to say something again but this time not out of anger, but rather out of curiosity. I was afraid I would just get the attention again, but it seemed the owner had plans for new slave and he needed to pay attention to her, so maybe he could leave me alone and just answer my questions. I risked it.

"Again?" I asked curiously. He gave me a quick glance.

"Yes... she needs to be re-educated," he replied, waiting quite patiently for Katie to undress.

"Is she also from the auction?" I asked. He nodded to me.

"Then she should be already re-educated." I said, remembering my own re-education. He turned to me.

"And do you think they do it right? Do you feel to be re-educated?" he asked me sarcastically. He was referring to my own behavior.

"But I'm special case. It did work for everyone else," I told him confidently. He chuckled.

"Yes, you are very special," he agreed, turning back to Katie.

"Are you sure you're the right person to do that?" I teased him. He paused.

"Aren't you allowing yourself a little too much?" He asked with a serious expression.

"Well, I don't know. Do you feel to be successful with re-educating her?" I returned him one of his previous questions.

"Now!" he shouted suddenly at the slave. She didn't hesitate for another second and took off her nightdress. Same as me she had nothing else under it. With a triumphant look, the owner turned to me again.

"Oh yes... with the one already re-educated it's easy right?"

He smiled.

"It almost sounds like you want my attention... may it probably be because you are ready to be touched?" he asked. I quickly changed the subject.

"How many slaves do you have?" I asked. Since I was here alone till yesterday I thought he had only me so I was interested in answer to this question.

"I only have one slave... my first one and hopefully the last." he replied. I didn't understand. So the new one isn't his slave? Am I his slave? At the auction, I didn't see who exactly was bidding, and then I had the blindfold. My stomach tightened a little. There is possibility that I am here only temporarily for re-education and I have yet to meet my real owner. It may be one of those pigs sitting at the auction. I got nervous.

"Who is her owner?" I asked. I didn't want to ask straight for my owner.

"My brother. We agreed that I will prepare her for him so he wouldn't have to waste his time," he replied, giving the slave another order.

"And mine?" I asked quickly after that. He was thinking. Then he looked at me. I could see him smirk mischievously.

"Your master's name is Kurokami," he replied, keeping his eyes locked on me.

"Who is he?" I asked. He smiled again. I knew I was just feeding his games but I needed to know. He left Katie alone and came to me. He crouched.

"And what will I get out of this?" he asked quietly.

"I don't carry many things that I could offer." I said sarcastically.

"I don't think you have nothing to offer... What about an ordinary kiss?" he suggested.

"Tsssk," I snorted disapprovingly.

"What about your obedience?" he asked invitingly.

"You'd have your information and we could enjoy ourselves a little," he continued with smirk.

"Only over my dead body!" I replied.

He laughed and stood.

"It doesn't look like you really want that information," he said. He won't give me any information this way. I gotta get it out of him somehow.

"If I would start to be obedient, I'd find out the information by myself anyway sooner or later. I wouldn't need you to say it to me anymore," I tried to twist it against him. He smiled.

"So the kiss it is then," he picked for me.

"Fine," I replied. He was a little surprised by my answer but he was satisfied. He sat down and I did also. Till now I was watching everything from lying position. This time it was me who smirked mischievously.

"Hold your hand in the air in front of me. You didn't specify the place, so I'm picking your hand for the kiss," I said. It didn't surprise him. I guess he knew I wouldn't give him real kiss. He just smiled at me and held out his hand. I lowered my head slowly and pressed my lips to his arm. He had such a dreamy expression.

"So?" I asked to wake him up a little. He slowly lowered his hand.

"Your owner is a very handsome and rich man with sexy body. You'll like him." he gave me some information. Okay, I guess he is not one of those pigs, but this wasn't enough for me. I needed to know more.

"First of all... My freedom is only thing I care about so I don't care about some sexy body... and tell me more!" I demanded.

"That'll cost you more than a kiss on my hand," he replied. I growled displeased and returned to my lying position. He wouldn't fall twice for same thing and I didn't have any new ideas how to fool him.

"Keira... Sooner or later we'll get to touches anyway. You're just refusing to get more information because of something you can't avoid," he told me and stood up. He didn't return to Katie but left the room instead.

The rest of the day I was thinking how he wants to manage the touches. I was so sure it won't be pleasant for me. I should think hard and find a way how to escape.

None of us, slaves, got any more food that day. 

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