Bond

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Trey was confused. "What's so good about this 'master' that makes it okay for me to take your stuff but I can't hurt him? Of course I'm not gonna hurt him but... why exactly do you care about him so much?" Trey asks. Cordelia looked confused. "He's my slaveowner. I owe my life to him." She says, now the confused one. "You shouldn't have to listen to someone else against your will. I-" Trey stopped when he heard footsteps on the stairs. "I need somewhere to hide. Now." Trey whispered as Cordelia pointed to a small hole in the side of her room. He crawled down into it waited for the footsteps to pass. "Cordelia! Herd the cattle into the barn. Now." He heard a gruff voice shout up the stairs. Trey was getting frustrated about how Cordelia was doing whatever this man told her to do without Cordelia even thinking about herself. Cordelia went down the stairs and out to the barn.
Cordelia's Pov: Who was that strange man in my room? What does he want and why is he so concerned about me? I need to focus on my job right now. I quickly herd the cattle into the barn, only getting a few minor scrapes and bruises. This is nothing compared to what my master would do to me if I didn't herd the cattle fast enough.
Trey's pov: Why doesn't this Cordelia girl care about herself? I crawl out of the hole and over to a small window to watch Cordelia. She doesn't even seem to notice when she cuts herself or gets bruises the size of a tennis ball. I clench my fists in anger, a muscle in my arm tightening.
                       Narrator
Cordelia came back into her room and Trey came out of the hole. "Cordelia, I'm Trey, and sorry for coming into your house. I'm on the run from the cops and need to hide here for a while. Okay?" Cordelia stares at him blankly and then nods.

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