I'm Different

Chapter 4

"STOP! PLEASE!"

"STOP CRYING OR I WON'T LET YOU BE IN THE NEXT BONDING!" He spats. What the hell...bonding? What the hell is that? This is some messed up crap.

I can still hear the girl crying and begging for her life. I can't see her but I can hear her desperation, it also sounds like she's giving up....

"IF YOU DONT STOP CRYING YOU WON'T BE FED FOR ANOTHER WEEK!"

Silence. Dead. Silence.

"That's what I thought. GARY! Get this girl half a slice of bread. Since she talked back to me she doesn't get her full slice."

Step.

Step.

Step.

"HEY YOU. Blondy." The girl across from my cage looks slowly at him. "You know you were a big hit the last auction."

Step.

Step.

"To bad your a whore." He whispers in her ear. I can smell his entertainment at yelling at her. Like insulting her is giving him so much power. Pig.

"HEY BITCHES!" He says, walking to the middle of the hallway. "LIFE LESSON. DON'T BE A WHORE BECAUSE TIMES LIKE THIS, YOU WISH YOU'VE NEVER FUCKED ANYONE IN YOUR LIFE. BUT. THE MAJORITY OF YOU GUYS ARE WHORES SO THIS LESSON IS COMPLETELY POINTLESS. I MEAN, NO ONE WANTS A WHORE. SO YOU'LL BE STAYING HERE FOR A VERY. VERY. LONG TIME."

He then turns to my cage and slowly walks over to me. "Isn't that right...Samantha?" His finger pushes a strand of hair out of my face and he starts to stare at me.

"You know your eyes," he whispers, kneeling down and getting closer to me,"They have many colors."

"Brown."

His hand on my shoulder.

"Green."

Slowly slides up to my jaw.

"And a dash of grey."

And lands onto my bruised cheek.

I strain my neck away from him. Not daring to make a sound because if I want to make it out of here alive, I need all the energy I can get. And one way I can get that is food. I can't let him take away my food for a week.

He's still staring at me. Daring me to fight back and tell him to let go. But I won't give him the satisfaction. I will not try to prove to myself that I'm strong by doing something stupid. No. He can keep staring at me all he wants. I. Won't. Fight. Him.

"ELIJAH! Get her her slice. Also that blonde whore."

"Yes sir."

He walks away looking annoyed. Good. He should be.

I look over to the girl to see her nibbling on her piece of bread. Savoring each bite she eats. This is really our lives now. Wow. I look up to see Elijah handing me a piece of bread. No expression on his face. Looking like a blank canvas.

"Thank you." I murmur. I will still be polite to him because he hasn't done anything to make me hate him. He seems like a chill dude. As long as I don't get on his bad side it's all good.

I grab the piece of bread and devour it with no hesitation. Then I grab the cup of water I still haven't drank yet and chug it down. I remember in my history class that if you eat just bread and water, it's like eating twice the amount of bread you have. So instead of one piece of bread, I technically had two. The one time history has helped me.

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1 week later

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