For Sarina the world of shifters has always terrified her to no end. She spends most of her days as the slave and punching bag for the Hollow Pride, a pride filled with lion shifters. All she wants is for her suffering to end, but at only seventeen...
If I ever find the person that built this house I'll kill 'em in cold blood, there is no excuse why there should be this many floors with this many stairs.
Don't they know I'm not a shifter! I don't have the energy they have and yet it feels like we've been walking up 10 flights of stairs. I have little to no stamina, especially after all the years of brutal torture I've had to endure!
"Our offer still stands, if you want one of us to carry you we will," Garreth says.
"No thank you," I huff back.
"Ok, if you say so," Enderson mumbles.
After what felt like an enternity of walking around this massive castle, we came to what Enderson called their 'own private kitchen'. Which I didn't quite understand, because earlier we had passed by a massive kitchen with tons of servants milling around, making food.
I didn't understand until Garreth explained it was so they could make their own food whenever they pleased and they didn't have to bother any staff about it.
Apparently they both had the habit of waking up in the middle of the night craving a big meal, not just a midnight snack. Well at least it's good to know they can cook, I guess.
When I saw the kitchen it was definitely not what I was expecting, it had soft tones, and lots of sunlight coming through the windows. It reminded me of the kitchen my mother used to spend her days in. She had her own little bakery, it was underneath our apartment, I used to look down from my bedroom window and just people watch for hours on end. I wasn't really allowed out much... they tried to hide me away, but the shifters know everything and you can't hide for ever.
So much for that plan
I continued to look around the kitchen, it was cute, and very cozy. I could see myself baking for hours in here. Willingly of course, their was no way I would ever become their servant, and at this point I don't know what I'd do if I was forced.
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I wander around the room a little, being in a kitchen feels almost second nature to me, but in here it feels different.
When I was younger I remember baking with my mother, and I loved it. Just me and her up in our apartment, when my dad would come home he'd always see us covered in flour, because somewhere along the way we'd start throwing flour at each other.
When I was taken they learned that I had learned to bake at a young age, and soon enough I was being forced to bake and cook for shifters no less, it took all the fun out of it. And made me more desirable to my masters, one less thing they had to teach me I suppose.
"Like it?" Garreth asked bringing me out of my memories and into the present.
"Yeah it's really cute." I responded offhandedly, honestly this is the most relaxed I've been in awhile.
