“ My eyes shifted briefly to Victoria, who was sitting in the armchair in her room – the room next door to Emily’s – doing nothing but staring off into space, waiting for me to go to her with instructions. Victoria was beautifully broken and had been turned into the perfect obedient slave…and an absolute bore. I couldn’t wait to sell her off and not have to tend to her any longer. The training of slaves I enjoyed – the intensity, the challenge, the struggle – but what the training turned them i...nto did nothing for me. It disgusted me. Some people would say that the reason they disgusted me was because I felt guilt over what I turned them into. Maybe, if it were possible for me to feel that emotion, but in my twenty-nine years on this Earth I had yet to feel guilt, or remorse, or any of those emotions that hold people back and make them miserable. I looked back to the monitors of Emily, who’d wandered into the bathroom and wrapped a towel around herself, covering her body.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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