- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Romance, Yaoi, Fantasy, Historical, Modern, Horror; anything really, I'll try my hand at something once.
Annabelle woke to the usual sounds she heard, moaning, whips cracking and cries of either pleasure or pain. She sat up in her bed and went to shower, drying off in the bathroom. She waited for the slaver who owned her to come and get her. She didn't resist at all, letting him put the gag in her mouth and tying her hands behind her back. She was ordered to walk around which she did, but no one looked at her, or motioned for to come over. She felt sad inside. Why doesn't anyone like me? I'm good aren't I? I'm a good girl right? She sighed to herself, tears wanting spill over onto her chest, which was bare for everyone to see. She had a small ragged and torn skirt on, that barely covered her bottom but did its job. She wasn't supposed to have clothes either way.