Williams POV:

Why was I so stupid? Trying to get involved with a good for nothing slave.

I couldn't get her voice out of my head though, the sadness and lonelyness when she said that her mom sold her. I never knew you could be sold into slavery. I had grown up thinking that you chose that life.

I thought about Scarlet until I reached the door to the dungeon. I was going to check up on the little slut.

I opened the door slowly, peering inside I saw "Veronica" laying on the floor fast asleep.

(A/N: This part will contain things you would expect a slave would go threw. You may skip this part if you would like. )

She was naked laying on her side, her boobs were slouching grossily to one side, you could almost see the fake boob part coming out from the top. Gross.

I grabbed the whip from the cabnet filled with various punishment devices for the slaves, and smacked her on the thy. Not very hard, just enough to wake her up.

She woke up with a startled little scream, noticing me there with whip in hand, she went onto her knee's in a flash.

I guess she did learn something in that slave school. I quickly whipped her boobs, leaving them red and painful looking. Her crys and moans only egged me on. I didn't stop until welts began to form.

I layed the whip down gentilly and looked back at her. Her face was streaked with tears and her boobs looked beautifuly sore.

"Stand up." I said. Grabbing the chains from the cabniet I chained her to the wall, her arms and legs being pulled in opposite directions, so that she was spread eagle against the wall.

I grabbed the whip again and began to whip her stomach and legs. She screamed and screamed. Begging me to stop my beating. I could almost feel my ears begin to bleed from her incessant screams.

"Will you just shut up!" i screamed at her. i began to consecutativly whip her breast's until her nipples were bleeding. They looked marvoulous.

I looked at her face, wet with tears, but her eyes were closed. The damn thing passed out! I chuckled and put the whip away.

Once I locked the cabinet door then opened the drawer that held the creams and lubes. I grabbed the pain reliever and walked over to Veronica.

I may hate slaves but I would like to not get another lecture from my mom about "womanly rights". Which apparently included rubbing pain reliever on welts. Once the welts were covered in the white goo, I stood up.

" See you tomorrow Veronica." i said leaving her chained to the wall.

**End of that stuff. If you did read please understand that it is my first time doing any type of scene like that! I would love some tips on how to write that kind of jazzness!**

"William! I need your help with something come here!" screeched my mother once I was out of the dungeon.

"Comeing mom!" I checked my shirt for any blood or anything, didn't really want the girls seeing that. I may be cruel to slaves, but non-slave women needed to be treated like princesses. Never having to deal with blood, guts or gore.

I jumped up the stairs, finding at the top that Scarlett was sitting on the floor while Alice played with her hair. "Where is mom?" I said.

Scarlett looked up and imminently was on her knees. "I don't know master William. I am sorry."

I just looked at her for a second. Not really knowing what to say. "Mommy is in the laundry room willy." Said Alice. I smiled at her, "thank you Alice. You can get up Scarlett. It's ok."

"Thank you master William" she said returning to her spot on the floor. I looked at her one more time before heading up to the laundry room. Mom was separating cloths while she sat on the chair next to the window.

"William, I'm glad you heard me. I need you to take Scarlett out for a little while tonight ok?" She said. I groaned, I was already beginning to change my mind about slaves because of her. I don't want to hang out with her more.

"Why mom?" I said whining. She looked up at me in disbelief.

"William. Why in the world are you talking like that? Scarlett is an amazing women, she has such a story to tell. And has been such a help around here! Why do you not like her?" She said dumbfounded.

I looked at her for a second. "I don't not like her mom. I just don't want to be around her, something about her makes me feel weird." I said. I wasn't lying, just stretching the truth.

"I don't believe you William. And I don't care if you don't want to be around her. You are taking her out today and that is final." Her face was scrunched up in anger, her eyes were turning yellow as her wolf began to come out. I took a step back nodding.

Great. I get to hang out with a slave. Fun.