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Zara swallows hard at being addressed as if she is livestock to be traded at
auction. With his hand still clasping hers, he leads Zara out of the Circle, passing
the collar that Zara had been prepared her entire life to wear. With her eyes
still cast down, Zara passes her mother in her kneeling position with her arms
crossed behind her back, her eyes affixed to the floor in front of her.
    They quickly walk past everyone: the King Council members,
Doms with their subs, Masters with their slaves and the section of unattached
males and females that are whispering fiercely as they pass. Together, they are
walking away from everyone and everything that Zara knows.
    “Son?”
    Pausing to address the soft-spoken query, a beautiful dress
steps to join them and form a small circle of three. Zara never lifts her eyes
to look at anyone’s face.
    “This is it. Do not stop until you are on the plane. Zara,
this is a big decision. Are you positive about this?”
    Zara gives the slightest nod and with that unspoken signal,
everyone parts ways. Pulled to an exit at a near run, they reach the door to
the outside of the building in record time. Zara notes how unusual it is not to
have staff present to open the door for them at a formal event, that the abrupt
change in schedule has altered the routine.
    He reaches to open the door and releases her hand. The
absence of his hand unsettles her just as his first contact only minutes
earlier had. Not knowing what to do with her hand, Zara lifts the dress and
steps through the opening he provides.
    His hand finds the small of her back and rests there, his warmth
seeping through the dress. Tingles shoot to every part of her body as he guides
her towards a limo parked just a few feet from the door.
    An older gentlemen steps out of the driver’s side and quickly
opens the back door. With a friendly smile, they work together to tuck all the
layers of the dress into the car. Once inside, the two men stand outside the
car and speak together briefly.
    Before Zara’s mind gets an opportunity to start processing
the events inside the building, he climbs onto the seat beside her, lifting the
wayward layers of the dress to avoid sitting on them. Without fanfare, the car
pulls away from the curb. The man beside her takes out a cellphone and makes a
call.
    “Yes. Fine. Hopefully, the beach, but if not, in town. No.
No. I understand. Peter has already notified them. There won’t be any delays. I
will. Okay. Okay.”
    Hanging up, he sighs. His head rests against the back of the
seat as he tucks the phone back into his jacket pocket. Not knowing where they
are going or what tomorrow will bring, Zara sits silently waiting to be
addressed. It is how she watched her mother live her life and how she had been
prepared to live her own as well.
    The boning in the dress is making breathing difficult at her
angle. The night’s plan had not included a car ride. The dress was only meant
to be worn for the Circle Ceremony. Once the collar was secured and the vows
exchanged, Zara would have walked through the Dom’s door having removed all the
clothing of her past life, including her wedding dress. Zara would have been
redressed in clothing of his choosing and assisted by his mother, then finally,
she would have exited out of the ceremony hall through his door.
    “Zara, it’s going to be okay.”
    Startled, Zara jumps when his words break the silence. She
nods and keeps her face schooled with the same half smile that she has worn
since arriving at the Center several hours ago.
    When the car stops, Zara carefully surveys her surroundings.
Surprised to find they are parked a few feet away from a plane, she stiffens. The
car door opens from the outside and the man sitting next to her exits. Once out
of the car, he extends his hand back in to assist Zara and her dress out. Her
exit is far less graceful.
    A light mist makes the air feel cooler and she trembles, eyes
still on the ground in front of her. She sees him