The woman laughed loudly, which echoed in the cave: "I am here to take you to meet your new master."
"Master Keechak!"
"Master?! What nonsense are you spouting? That bloody scunner, Keechak! He still dares to disrespect me."
The girl's smile turned menacing. "Keechak was right. He said that an arrogant and proud snob like you would never agree. I guess I have to use a hard hand."
Saying this, she took a step forward towards Aman.
Sensing the dark aura around her, Aman tried to turn and look for a weapon, but suddenly his soft and long red hair was grabbed by the woman.
She pulled his hair painfully and started dragging him. "He told me to drag his slave by his hair if he disagreed!"
The entire way, Aman clawed and smashed on the girl's tight grip. But it was no use. She would sometimes get annoyed and then beat him.