~~Pride~~
slipping to her feet, her steps soft as she moves to the center of the Inn, her body dropping silently to the floor, fiery tresses caressing her back as she sits huddled as if in the corner of a cage~~*~~
body giving a sharp jerk as if prodded, she rises to her tiny feet slowly, eyes wild and glazed, she looks about viewing the Patrons around her, head swinging side to side, she twirls in a swirl of fiery hair as if embracing the whole Inn~~*~~
stopping her feet planted, she jerks forward arching her back once more, arms extending above her, wrists crossing as if bound, body twitching as if fighting the feel of a whip on her tender flesh body twisting wildly, fiery mane flying around her as she tosses her head angrily, shoulders taunt as she falls to her knees, head held high, emerald eyes blazing with her inner fire. arms lowering to her lap, eyes locked on an unseen Master, pride strong upon her face~~*~~
body swaying , her movements jerky as if she is been struck with the Masters whip repeatedly, crying softly, but refusing to bend to the Masters will, eyes flashing as she lifts her arms once more, wrists still crossed, tugging at the shackles that bind her, mucsles tensing as her wrist suddenly part, back straightening as she glares up at the Master~~*~~
rising from her knees, flinging the unseen shackles aside, jerking as she feels the sting of the Master's whip...she turns moving to toward the door of the Inn, back straight....eyes lifted with Pride....her tiny feet faltering as she reachs the shadows~~*~~
emerald eyes shimmering with tears, she falls to her knees, her body folding as she lowers her head to the floor, moans of denial great, struggling with herself, her need to be controlled and to submit growing strong in her belly...her soul fighting a losing battle as she lifts her head, turning back to look at the Master~~*~~
tears falling softly on her pale face as she stands moving back to the center of the Inn, slipping to her knees, her body laying before her against the cold floor.....her fiery mane blanketing her sun-kissed body~~*~~
slowly lifting her tear stained face, for the Master to see into her soul, that her heart, body, mind and soul are His....her cries are silenced as her heart and mind are claimed....she has accepted she is what she is....His Property to do with as He wishs....His to mold as He sees fit....she is kajira.~~*~~
~~The End~~