Supplication means simply, to plead humbly. It is a word I can feel. It is a word that goes hand in hand with my silvery steel collar. Yet I know a secret about the supplication of slave girls.
We can fake it.
When a man forces.. A word which here means to physically coerce, a woman to bow her head in supplication.. then the emotion he was looking for has fled, she is no longer begging him humbly because she wishes too. She is now simply full of...
Fear. I looked the word up and it means a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.
The metal worker, the Seer's companion, the man with dirty boots. Twice now I have seen him, both times I have pressed my tongue to the filth of his shoes. The first time I despised him, and his companion too. When I lowered my head in supplication to them it was solely (ha get it, sole? Boot? ) out of fear. But recently I happened upon the metal worker again, alone now. I shudder to think what the Mistress would think had she seen me crawl to his side. It didn't matter that he called me there. What matters is not only did I go but I crawled on my hands and knees.. and I supplicated. He has given me another name. I collect names like some people collect ugly nick knacks of fat children pumping wells. This one.. is Bitch. I tried so hard to be pleasing but the metal worker is unlike men I know in the most strange and wonderful way. When I say the wrong thing, he doesn't seem to think I have personally affronted him. I could love him.. if he were barefoot.
He wishes to purchase me for the seer. I am to meet him shortly to bring him to see my mistress. While it hurts me to see Eliza refuse such offers, I am anxious to see how she will handle this man. Her fuse grows shorter by the day.
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