Ego bowed his head in submission. "As you wish, Your Highness. I'll bring the new slaves immediately."
Sorayah's heart pounded as she watched Ego make his way toward one of the iron-barred cages filled with trembling women. The sharp clang of the lock breaking sent a jolt through her, a dreadful weight settling in her chest.
Dimitri turned his attention back to her, his smirk widening. His emerald eyes glowed with something cold, something calculated, something inhuman.
"You see, Sorayah," he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk yet dripping with malice, "in this world, slaves are nothing more than property. And property can be molded, shaped, and trained to obey."
