"Why does it matter if I have shagged Michael one single time in the past?" she asked instinctively putting a hand on his chest before she realized she had done it. She didn't mean to do it and she moved to snatch it back quickly. "He is nothing to me now, a friend. I promise I am not shagging anyone.. you know.. it is forbidden because I am a slave."
"I do speak to Saoirse." she shivered a little. "I am sure you would love to watch me run and them catch me. I know you see the way some of them look at me. I would make a good snack for one of them." she shivered thinking about what else she would make to these men who cared nothing of her blood or body.