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Mistress was measuring her First house slave long with her look. Nadia kept her eyes down and tried to avoid eye contact. Nadia knew that she should keep her collar on all the time. She was squeezing her practicing sword nervously. Mistress hated to see slaves without collars. Especially her high-ranked slaves. Owners did not lock collars used by high-ranked slaves. A slave could change the collar on occasion, and usually, the collar was her only garment. It was also a sign of her rank, and the slave was proud to wear a collar that showed her position in the hierarchy. Owners locked collars of the other slaves with bolts or rivets.

“I invited some of our newcomers to see how easily one of their role models leaves the sign of her rank away.” Kara continued her speech. Mistress knew well how humiliating it was for her First slave to be seen without sign of her rank. That’s why she took a group of fresh slaves to witness her humiliation.

“I should tie you to the pole and beat you well. But I like that you keep fit and are ready to use your weapons.” Mistress continued. Nadia was a very special slave, and House with that kind of slave was fortunate. However, in comparison with the skills of the slave, she was treated badly. Because Nadia was often close to Mistress, she had a habit of relieving her short temper to the First slave. Mistress hated her First slave, but she could not live without her skills.

“I have organized real training for you. Soldier will test your skills.” Before Mistress ended her speech group of new girls arrived in the hall. Doucette was holding two wooden swords, which usually were for practicing. Swords were well made, and they weighted the blade to create them feel more real. “I want to see you two fighting, not dancing like you usually do,” Mistress added.

A group of fresh Karabert girls stood on the door of the old dungeon hall and stared at them with fear on their faces. They didn’t know why they took them to the dungeon, and they had already learned to fear steps that led down to the labyrinth with torture chambers and prison cells.