I lay there sniffling, my body still occasionally twitching as my muscles spasmed from residual electricity coursing through my frame. It took a couple of minutes, but I found myself of the mind to just get it done and over with. The sooner he raped me, the sooner he'd leave me alone. So I shakily got to my knees, then stood up and assumed position 1 once again, holding as still as possible. My arms still twitched occasionally, but I did my very best.

It was a cruel trick he played, and I found myself wondering if he considered himself a kind master, how much crueler could those other slave owners across the sea be? If I had no choice to remain a slave, and it seemed for the time-being I would be, better to please this man than to fine myself forced to serve a master across the sea. At least here I still had a hope of escape.