And I’m not lion! *ba dum tish*
Following suit, of Wednesday, you get another short one! I might do a Saturday sprint to make up for the
mercifully criminally short sprint you’re getting today.
It’s so short, you don’t even get a second link to click! *ba dum tish* Happy April Fools day!
“You’ve been sold.” I felt my insides slowly collapse inwards.
“Sold?” I repeated.
“Yes, sold,” Mama Bordeaux repeated harshly. I was shocked at her change in tone; for the month that I had been under her care, she had never spoken to me in an abrupt manner before. “This is a business, sweetheart,” she snapped bitterly, turning back to her books, “and I can’t make any money off you.” She waved an uncaring hand at me, directing me back up stairs. “Go,” she ordered, “your new owner will be here shortly.”
As I trudged up the stairs, the reality of my situation came crashing back down on me; I was still a slave. Living at the House had lulled me into a false sense of security.
My door shut behind me with a hollow thunk, the pain of the situation stinging further. Feeling tears forming in my eyes, I started packing.
This one is short and sweet. More workin’ girls, and the mention of sex.
I will eventually come up with a title for this story, but that requires effort. Effort I don’t want to give at the moment.
Also, would anyone else be lost with out spell and grammar check on computers?
❤ the programmers that put that feature into computers.
As you read this, I am probably still in or just getting out of my interview. Send some good vibes my way please!
Also, this sprint contains more workin’ ladies.
Sprint is just after this! Continue reading
Well, not as tired as I thought I would be. My feet, on the other hand, are grateful for a day off.
Today, you get a short sprint because I forgot to plan this one out in advance.
You’re welcome. Continue reading