Give your heart to something greater than yourself. What is done to your body is not important. Stay true to what you really love, and the rest will sort itself out. – S’Rak
Virien gave his bare ass cheek a pat. “You will address every man, woman and child you meet as master or mistress. You will permit any adult in this party to use your body. And if anyone bothers to ask, I haven’t named you yet, so your user may call you whatever they wish. They may not call you by your old name. That’s gone. You’re a nameless, subhuman animal. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.” Rak stared at Virien’s feet, not daring to look higher lest Virien see his rage.
Apparently satisfied, Virien walked off to check on his men.
The break wasn’t a long one. Once the horses were watered and calls of nature answered, Virien climbed back into the carriage without so much as a glance at Rak. The driver mounted the box and clucked to the horses, getting them moving.
Rak followed, since he didn’t care to be dragged. He took an extra-long step and reached the place where Virien had tied his leash. He started to work on the leather strap. A wooden stick bashed into his fingers. Rak cried out, snatching his hand away and nearly stumbling in surprise.
Sura smiled at him coldly. “You behave, slave! You belong to Chancellor Virien now. And before you think you can get away, look behind you!”
Rak looked. There were slave wagons behind them, the leather sides rolled up to show the steel cages. Inside the cage of the first wagon was a motionless black form.