“You were warned about this, Carla.”  The tall man glared down at the trembling young
woman kneeling at his boots.  His two brothers stood on either side of him, silently
waiting for his verdict.

The naked girl’s shoulders shook with an occasional silent hitched sob, and tears trailed
muddy paths over her cheeks.  She knew better than to utter a sound.  She had been warned
about that, too.  The three men did not mind tears and an arousing whimper, but they
detested sobbing and wailing.  Her arms were bound behind her again, and the scratches and
bruises on her body from her latest failed attempt to escape were throbbing.

The man before her reached to the ring dangling from the front of her collar, and she
winced at the metal click of the leash he clipped onto it.  His deep voice resonated words
that made her freeze.  “Silas, take her on up.”

Silas frowned and replied, “I hate to give them another one.  She didn’t make it that
far, and hell, it only took us a couple of hours to catch her.”

Jonas sighed.  “Don’t argue with me, Silas.  Look at her, she’s all cut up again, and the
gash on her thigh is probably going to leave a scar.  That eats into our profit, and I
don’t want them to give us less than what we’re going to get as it is, so I say, we cut
our losses with her.  Abram, what do you think?”

Abram shook his head, more than a little disappointed with the time wasted on the
cowering young woman.  “Silas, take her on up to them.  You know Jonas is right about
this.  She isn’t worth the trouble breaking if she’s going to end up all marked up from
running.  They’re probably going to pay us for the delivery and throw her into the cages. 
She’s only half trained, but they won’t spend the time getting her ready for an elder if
her looks are messed up.”

“Dammit, we’ve only had her two months.”  Silas rubbed his crotch as if his cock was
already missing the use of the girl’s tight, moist pussy.  “How long are you going to wait
to snag another one?”

Jonas put a consoling hand on his youngest brother’s shoulder.  “Abram and I will head
over to Arkansas while you’re gone.  Two states away should be plenty of distance, and
it’s the end of summer so kids will be traveling back to college and I don’t anticipate
any trouble getting a replacement for her.”  Jonas lifted Carla’s chin, and his dark eyes
penetrated through her fear.  “You fucked up, little girl.  You could have spent another
couple of months with us, maybe even through winter, if you hadn’t gotten yourself all
scarred up.  Now, you get to spend a few days traveling up the mountain with Silas.” 
Jonas knew she was terrified of his younger brother.  He seemed to have inherited their
father’s vicious, cruel streak, and he suspected Silas was the main reason she kept taking
off.  He enjoyed the panic washing over her features.

“Please, Master Jonas,” Carla’s frightened whisper was almost too low to be heard.  “I
won’t try to leave again.”

Jonas’ mind had already dismissed the pathetic slave at his feet as he looked forward to
the pleasure of breaking in a new girl.  “Silas, go on and get her ready.  Just make sure
you clean her up before you get into camp.  We might as well try to salvage something out
of her.”  Jonas and Abram walked into the cabin to pack for the trip, smiling at the
girl’s whimpers as Silas hauled her to her feet.