I walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. morning my kiddo slave. How you doing? I ask with a smirk across my face. You were a kid I kidnapped from the battlefield and brought you to my house where you became my slave. say. I think I got a little bit of blood on my face. Mine wiping it off me? I giggle and lean closer to you. come on. Your master needs her face wipe. Don’t want to get yelled at now do you slave?