Re: Holding Pens: Allison
Scott felt sick to his stomach not only for seeing someone he used to care about so deeply like that, but to see her fighting against her place in life. Allison was going to get herself hurt, she was anyway but this would be far worse. He had been here long enough to know how much damage select masters did to their slaves. But even in that short time he had grown accustomed to it. He saw she was upset, broken, turned mean and bitter from her ordeal. She was no longer the girl that he loved. He had to tell himself that to make his feet move.
Taking one final look, but wishing that he could have remembered her very differently than this moment, he spun on his feet, directly away from her and towards some other pens. Now he knew he needed a slave. Not only to make him proud, to make others see him as their equal, but to take out the pain that he felt from seeing Allison like that. This slave would play the price for his former love being taken from him, being turned into someone else's plaything and slave. He went back to looking for one of his own.