CHAPETER 2

PRIDE OF THE SLAVE

The whip craked newly and this time with more force before, but the slave did not emit a breath. It threw in to Temari to earth with anger in order to carry itself then in front of Shikamaru.

"You are the impudent! It never does not learn!" she screamed.

The boy smiled: "Beautiful, annoyance"

The princess blushed in order to return to hit it face. "Have not been enough to you the lashes? Of you want others?"

Shikamaru did not answer. Twelve years were enslaved of the princess

much strong-willed person and she is made to even respect to from the father's soldiers.

Nevertheless it knew that was all a mask. To how many it had felt time to cry in that great cold bed? It pulled with force for hats, forcing it to raise the head.

"I have question for you." She said at little centimeters from its face. Obtaining answer it did not leave taken one angry, knew how much well could annoy it those black eyes nose – dives on she. A look a lot attractive to make to fall the choice on he for away also.

It beat because it could not have it.

It beat because that fixed it to insolent slave.

It beat it excited because it till to make lose them the reason.

It did not support that man made them to try all this.

Impossible, but if it were be a matter of an attractive type as well as like Shikamaru. It tried to dull that damned feeling of waiting it over of himself.

Disgusting was the fact that its father had submitted… a slave.

"I have made beautiful gift for you." Temari said, connecting the collar of the slave's nek. "But you are a this little faithful beast that I have taken of the precautions." She pulled the chain. Shikamaru seemed to spit the sprint when that thing tightened around the breath for some second. He with the heavy breath retuned to watch the princess, if it thought that a leash was enough was mistaken.

"You hate me, now?" she answered with ironic tone of the voice.

"You make pain to me..." he replied before that collar dampened it the breath

"You pride a slave. From when you serve to me? You have not learned own nothing?"

"you will not never succeed to fold me …I never repeat to you."

"We bet." Laughed pulling for hair on of the young enslaved. Temari knew very well as it is made obey to torture its friends of Konoha was one funnier ways in order to make to yied it.

Shikamaru lowered the head biting itself inferior lips.

Hinata remanid caught in the taken on Temari for some minutes, till when not decided leave it to exit with the others.

"you take this shit and escort in the cells." She ordered to the two Ambu of guard to the door.

"What you make us here!" replied Temari noting someone entering.

"Shikamaru make to cure. Orders of your father." Answerd lowering the blonde. She encircling with a candid arm the slave's basin. Was impossible not to notice how much grace could you instill also in the smallest gesture, in the tone of voice. They were these qualities that render it all the other slaves notice. She had elevated to the concubine role. Untouchable yield from Temari…Ino Yamanaka had even seduce with its grace the Sand's Lord. Like always Temari, the future queen of the desert, felt a heap of ragas. It was not high, its muscles were tonic for the training to which she was subordinate and the look did not have thin basin.

When the concubine and the slave it left alone, Temari throw to cry on the bed, still warm in point which Shikamaru it had been spread.