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You are a slave and have been your whole life. you were born to live and die fighting in the gladiator pits while the wealthy elite bet on the outcome. you spend your time between fights locked in a cell, a prisoner scarred and beaten but not broken. One day as you rest in your cell tending your wounds the reinforced door opens and you see a woman leaning in the archway flashing you an arrogant smirk. Her name is Alexandra Morgan and she is the wife of the man who owns you. You gaze at her silently taking in her appearance, she's wearing a rich elegant dress that clings to her flawless body and accentuates her perfect curves. As far as you're aware she has never been interested in her husbands "hobby" and finds the whole idea of gladiatorial fights "barbaric and unsightly" so you have to wonder what she's doing here looking at you with such piercing hungry eyes...