There was a time when I was sure of who I was, of my place in life, even if no more than that of a slave, even accepting of my fate. Now, it seems that I have come to a crossroads. I had thought that my life was not so bad, but when I look around me, at husbands and wives, who even though for the most part, are little better than me, I am envious. They have considerably more freedom than I ever will, or do they? Is it only that I see what I wish to see and not realize that what I have now is far better to what freedom they may claim, for in reality, in this day and age, most wives even now are little better than property, just as I am property.
Of course, most wives are not sold a dozen times or more in each city till we have outstayed our welcome...
Zone : Horror
Zone : Action
Seven Deadly Sins - Out of Print