ALARIC

I stared at her wooden door, my hand moved and touched the handle. But I held back my hand and turned away.

No. I should not, she is my slavery and I have the right to claim her and stop her from seeing any other man.

I barged into her bedroom. There was a strong push on the door, I opened it slightly and I saw her body, heavily on the doorway. I sneak my body inside.

I stare at her for a while, before I bend down. I carry a strain of her hair tossing it to the back of her ear.

My hand touches my lip lightly....