Chapter 21 – The Slave Pens at White Orchard, Around 10pm, May 11th 1864"Get off me!" She cried, as one of the monstrous troopers, following the Lie...utenant’s directive, dragged her stumbling body to the slave pens and bundled her into the small, confined space. Each pen was only three feet wide and four feet in length, even less in height. Manacles adorned every side and so a sufferer's stay inside could never be comfortable.Catherine had managed only sporadic sleep, crying so much that she was. She sat up on her heels again, and ran her hands admiringly against his flat stomach, before grabbing the fabric around his waist and pulling the last of his clothes from his body in one final motion. As he stepped out of his pants and stood before him, she remained on her knees, looking up at him expectantly with the most adorable look shed ever given him. Despite his rigid cock inches from he face, and a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip, she maintained eye contact and said nothing. Would. On this particular afternoon the Sun shone gloriously through the dusty windows making everything seem all hazy and golden/ kind of like some soft-focus French film. Rachel finished undressing – allowing her stuff to drop onto the carpet – and cheerfully clambered up onto the bed. *Whats that youre hiding* she purred/ a comic kittenish voice shed been cultivating over the past few days. Byron scratched his stubbly chin and grinned as she threw back the quilt. Miss Babylon was smiling too. She. I can take care of her, so you really don’t need to worry anyway.’ ‘Are you sure? Because that’s really nice of you and my cousins are in town so it’s super helpful. Um, I believe you and everything cause you sound reasonable, but can I just talk to her for a minute?’ ‘She’s sleeping, but you have a point, one sec,’ Connor padded to his bedroom to get Kat, ‘Hey Kat, it’s Anna on the phone, she just wants to make sure you’re okay.’ Kat opened her eyes tiredly and blinked at Connor before poking.