Sisterhood Ch. 02

My collector drew in breath to say something else, but the eldest raised her hand, gestured her to be still. Those aged, copper eyes were studying me intently, though she still held a bemused curve to her lips.

"Satisfactory, Sirana. Now be a good girl and take your position in the diamond again. You'll meet your new companions in due time."

I rose, walked slowly and (to all appearances) calmly back to the diamond, kneeling down where my knees immediately recognized the hard surface. I looked up to the three Sisters before putting my forehead on my folded hands, taking the slave's position. I still hadn't heard the youngest one speak, and again she had seemed to have some sympathy for me.

*Don't waste your pity on me,* I thought with some indignation.

This was nothing so far, child's play, whatever they were trying to do. Make me shriek in disgust at mating a Draegloth? Make me shy away from the eldest Sister's caress or refuse to taste the seed, as she already had done right before my eyes?

This is nothing. Bring those new "companions." I'm ready.

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