Claimed Week || Faith&Leon
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The guards had finally got off their asses and came down to get Leon from his cell. Although he was allowed out to go to the mistress that would have him claimed for a week the slave had refused to leave his cell. Leon wasn’t going to jump start what he figured would be a week of hell. They had never met but the fact she was mistress was enough to turn him off. When the guards entered his cell there were three of them. The slave mocked them for coming in a group but they knew better. After a few rounds of hateful words and punches being thrown, they finally got his arms pinned behind his back and escorted him up to the mistress’ suite.
Leon struggled the whole way, making snarky remarks in hopes of irritating them into screwing up, but soon they stopped in front of the door. One of the guards knocked briskly before waiting for the woman to answer the door. When the door was opened the guards greeted her, apologizing for the delay and warning her of Leon’s violent tendency. He glared at them and rubbed his sore wrists after they finally let him go. The slave would let it go since one of the guards was sporting a black eye that had started to swell as they brought him up. Once they were gone he turned to face his mistress for the next week and waited for her to break the silence.