I hear the footsteps of someone behind me. It's my Master, or at least its my soon-to-be-Master. In my dream I realize that I'm not a slave, not yet, ...ut I'm being inspected to be sold.Of course I'm naked, except for a collar, and while the front of my body is cold, hugging the stone pillar, my backside is hot, like it's being warmed by some intense Mediterranean sun. The footsteps get closer and the intensity of the sun vanishes, like I'm in the cool shade of a tree. The Master is right behind. It felt like a knife was ripping through her chest, making breathing difficult. It was another reminder of how unfair life really was. Why was this man standing on the porch when what was left of her husband was buried at the top of their mountain, which she could barely glimpse in the distance? Why did her life hurt so much? Shelly must have glimpsed Jill’s pain as she wrapped her arm protectively about her shoulders. ‘Sweetie, remember he’s an orphan like you were. I always thought that was. More

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