Chapter 121

“If you are unable to care for yourself, we will reconsider the box, perhaps without the creams,” I was told.

“I will do as you ask, Masters,” I said solemnly.

The men retired and started to tinker on a small device they had been working on. I was ignored. Knowing it would anger them, I had to ask just one question.

“Masters, may I please ask a question?”

They were upset. If they hadn’t been afraid of more weakness, they’d put me in the box. I knew not to ask questions.

“Perhaps it will interest us,” one of them finally said and gave me permission to ask.

“Why am I bleeding now and not before? Why can’t anyone know?” I asked.

They were silent. I couldn’t tell if they were irritated or pondering the questions.

“We don’t know why you bleed,” they finally told me. “It isn’t normal for an Earth slave here. No one can know, because it happens to no other slave. If you were taken for study, Damien and his brothers would no longer pay us for