She stood watching the new arrivals being herded in. Like many of the others she was bound tightly to a post, her hands stretched high above her head causing her to stand on tiptoes, a collar around her neck held her head firmly to the post, her ankles also chained back, she could move but only slightly.

Unlike the others though she had not been touched since being brought in, a small white slip of clothing barely covered her modesty. Nor had she been gagged or blindfolded like some. It was as if they wanted her to see exactly what was happening, give her time to grow accustomed to what was in store for her.

She stood proud against the post, she would not show any fear, she would not surrender to them, she would not demean herself by begging or screaming no matter what they did. If they gave her one chance to fight they would see what a big mistake they had made.

Some of the new arrivals were herded into a cage at the edge of the room, others walked around, watching, looking, appraising, some even touching. All gave her a wide berth though, she thought it was because they could feel her anger or knew of her reputation, she did not realise that she was being saved for HIM.