Empathy

The Smell of Rare

BRET'S POV

As soon as we got to the door, she started whining about going in. She was going to be a bigger pain in the ass than I thought. So as she is talking, I see this terrified look on her face. Like she really doesn't want to go in. I almost feel bad. I snapped my self out of it and without even realizing it, I pushed her.

The look of terror increased as I saw her on the floor. I tried to play it off as if it was intentional. I guess I was shocked that I did that to her, I forgot to take off the rope that was tied around her wrists. When I shut the door behind me I heard her scream.

I was done working for the day. I showered, got ready for bed and lied down on my bed. I looked straight as the lights glistened over the city from my windows that surrounded my wall. I thought to my self, "what am I doing?"

Even though her cell was supposed to be sound proof, I could hear her crying.

AVA'S POV

I got tired of screaming. I climbed into my tiny bed and started to cry. I was still covered in blood. Both mine and that stranger probably still lying on the street. I thought of everything I had in my life. I didn't have much but it was mine. I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up by the sound of the door opening. It was Bret. He was already in a black suit and had a tray of food. Good food. The tray contained waffles, eggs, bacon! Smelled so delicious, but I was still mad at Bret.

"I wasn't sure what you liked so I just made what I could." He said as if nothing happened. I didn't respond.

"Common, doll whats wrong?"

I wanted to punch him in the mouth. Did he really just ask that? He sat on the floor and put the tray down on he floor. He reached towards his back and pulled out a pocket knife. I flinched.

He put his hand up. "It's okay." Grabbing my wrists, he started cutting at the rope. "Sorry, must of forgot to take this off." He looked almost embarrassed.

My eyes looked back down, I couldn't look at him in his face. My wrists were burned from the rope. They were bloody. He stood up and put the knife away. "Eat. I'll have someone to send up some clean clothes. After, we have business to discuss." He stood up and left the room.

My stomach was hungry, but I didn't want to eat. Not after the night I've been though. The smell was getting to me. I forgot what it was like to have a good breakfast, the only time I ate stuff like this is when Fran took me out to eat or made me food. They smelled so good. I ate all of my food, not because I was hungry, but because it was rare.

Bret did what he said. Frank came and dropped off a plain white t-shirt, black leggings and socks with shoes. After I got done changing, Frank took me into a room. This building was like a maze so I didn't know where I was going. We got to this room with a long table with swivel chairs. The room was very organized and had large windows. It was a conference room.

"Sit." Demanded Frank.

"I'm not a dog."

"Sit! Boss will be here any minute."

I put my head down and sat. We waited for a few minutes then I heard the door opened and close. I sat up. Bret entered the room with two other men. Bret sat down across from me, he looked at me with those bright eyes.

"What are we going to do with you?" He asked.