Camilla blinked—startled. Her status hit her all over again: slave. No rights. No say. Just whatever I gave her. She swallowed hard—cheeks flushing darker—then lowered her eyes.
"Anything… Master gives me…" she whispered, voice trembling with the thrill of surrender.
I tilted her chin up—forced her to meet my gaze.
"It's okay," I said, softer now, almost gentle. "You can tell me. What do you want?"
Camilla hesitated—then licked her lips, voice small but honest.
"Master… I would also like chicken fries…"
I nodded—slow, satisfied—and winked at Angela, Mira, and Lisa.
"Okay," I said. "I'll go and get the things. You guys stay here. Keep Nicole company. Rest. I'll be back soon."
I started to step away—already turning toward the cave mouth.
Camilla's hand shot out—catching my wrist gently but firmly.
"Master…" she said quickly, eyes glinting with something cunning, something hungry. "Let me come with you… to help you carry things. As a slave… this is what I should do. Please."
