I went straight to the bathroom to change into my new clothes. It was black, tight around my body. Slim and soft, the material wasn't too rough. It was completely smooth. I walked out of the bathroom when the prince waited for me.
His red eyes stared out of the window, fathomless and deep.
He turned when he heard my footsteps, and his eyes glowed with approval. It wasn't exactly visible, but you could see a tinge of acceptance, meaning he's not against what I'm wearing.
The prince turned to walk to me, and I furrowed my brow when I saw a long, shiny chain in his hands. He said with a faint smile, "You will need to wear this."
I looked at him, and I knew immediately what it was. I heard stories about how slaves must wear them to show they are objects, possessions, not someone who is free. Someone without freedom. They are a slave and under the whim of someone more powerful and powerful.
I gritted my teeth and stepped back. I shook my head. "I'm not wearing that."
