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NIKKI.

With gentle strides, I walk down the corridor, admiring the beautiful sculptures and landscape portraits, and they are as beautiful just like I remember them to be. The walls, and paintings, though renewed but feel the same.

At the extreme is the King sized bedroom that holds lots of memories and bliss and terror. How going in and bagging tortures and bruises was the only way to prove your worth. How being a destitute sting more than being rejected by your mate. And even though you are wild as eff, the brutality of Lady Sasha’s whip was enough to make you petrified.

Those years when a few days all we wanted was cheap validation from our foes, still wearing the tags of slaves. We wanted freedom even though we were scared of what the actual world now looks like and most of the days, we only wanted good meals free of wolf's bane.

We fought for survival and tasted betrayal from the closest of them all. Got maltreated by our fellow slaves and topping the chart is strongest, Aaliy