Nodding cautiously, Sharon lifted up off her pinned quarry, extending a hand down to help her lift up off the cobblestone street. The African woman made no move to take it, instead pushing herself off to her full height, her eyes still fierce and her expression sullen as she stared at Sharon. "All right then." she spat out. "Do it."
Feeling a bit put out herself, Sharon was not especially gentle in leading the woman back to the rest of the group, gripping her bicep firmly as they moved quickly through the darkened streets to rejoin Kane and the other girls. She found them where she had left them, the slave girls huddled in a tight cluster on a streetcorner as Kane stood, arms crossed and feet planted solidly a few paces away from them, his expression grim. Sharon released the African woman's arm, halting a few paces away from her master.
In truth, Sharon expected worse. Kane's sharp slap across the African woman's high cheekbones echoed down the silent city streets, but the scarred trainer offered no more punishment, turning on his heel and commanding the other girls to fall back in line, quickly. Sharon hoped worse things would not be in store for the African woman when they returned to the compound -- she had, after all, been the one who talked her into returning.
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