Ignore the feeling?
From Create Your Own Story
Shaking your head clearing it you sit up in the bed and give your eyes a thorough rub before sliding from its edge planting your feet firmly on the ground. Even with your gently movements you turn around to see Carla's green sleep filled eyes wandering over your body, it takes her a moment to remember what happened the night before as a flush of anger comes to her cheeks.
"Good morning." You nod before sitting down in the wooden chair and start putting your boots on.
"Maybe for you." She growls softly flipping her orange hair cover her ear.
"Yes, well." You speak softly working the straps of your boots into a knot before leaning back into the chair. Taking a hold of the iron chains you place them lightly on the table with a metallic cluck leaving Carla to hiss softly as she presses her back against the head board of the bed.
"The night is over, I believe our deal is done with. At least till tomorrow night, if you so wish to do it again." You note giving the chains a light touch making them ring.
Carla knew she could have fought the idea more but in the end it would lead to the same place. Grunting Carla slides from the beds side and comes to stand before you with her arms held out before you, taking the moment you latch the chains to her wrists with a click.
"There we go." You give her hands a soft pat but Carla rears them away her eyes falling onto the leather strips which normally keep her legs bound together. Taking notice of the movement you shake your head back and forth with a dismissive manner.
"No, not today. If you walk with those all day your legs will with chaff, and will possibly become infected." You shrug gently before placing the leather strips into a small packet of a bag.
"... Well...good." Having been taken back slightly Carla seems unsure of what she heard.
Arriving in the central market of the town your eyes gaze around the crowd of people looking for no one in particular, at yous side is Carla, her iron chains binding her hands together while another chain is connected to the chains in your hands letting you guide her around. Carla is amazed to see so many slaves in a village of this size, almost as everyone here has one of their own.
"Is it like this everywhere in these lands?" She questions through the up roar of the market.
"Yes." You note moving forward towards a grey, stone and mortar building near the center of the square.
"I assume you speak of the slaves. It is not uncommon for people of these lands to have their own slaves. Most commoners only have one."
Entering the stone building you are welcomed by the sweet scent of spiced apples and alcohol causing your mouths to water heavily.
"What is this place?" Carla questions from behind your shoulder.
"Just a business like any other, it is the owner I am interested in." Feeling the coming question you raise your hand to silence Carla leaving her to hiss under her breath. Turning around you take her by the shoulder and push her forward deeper into the building as you close the door behind you.
"Weclom- Oh... its you." It was a small man who had arrived from a back room, his finely woven clothes and jewelry showing his disposition of wealth.
"Hello William. You know why I am here." The sudden harshness in your voice causes William to shuffle backwards a few feet.
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