The moment she was freed from the coffin, she rushed to the wash room of her quarters. For hours, something dead lie upon her. For hours, his ever stiff member anchored her to the floor of the coffin. Of course, even if he hadn't been inside her, she couldn't have made an escape. After all, she had been chained inside with the corpse.
Now Alita felt sore and dirty. She spent a great deal of time buried up to her chin in the bathtub. She would have been content to stay there for the rest of the day, if a knock hadn't come to the door.
"Mistress," Ben called from the other side.
"Don't call me that." She said, barely loud enough to be heard.
"Mistress," Ben continued, ignoring her, "Master Bash has returned. He requests your presence in his study, immediately."
Her defeated eyes perked
