It's Only Gossip

40

"First you have to eat," Selena sighs.

She returns with a plastic cup full of peas. That's it. I'm so confused, who other than parents give vegetables to somebody they want to torture?

She gently shoves it through the bars and gestures for me to eat it.

I refuse like a brat. I've had plenty of practice to perfect my inner brat.

She groans externally while I groan internally.

"Master said you must eat," she moans frustratedly.

"I don't want to Selena," I state. "You out of all people know I hate peas."

My response causes her to take a huge breath in. She's trying to keep it all together. She can't. I know she wants to explode.

"Master said you must eat first," she repeats robotically, "Don't you want playtime?"

"No Sel, what I want is to get out of here!" I can feel the cracks in my voice.

She rolls her eyes and bites her tongue, no words come out. When she looks back at me, she shakes her head in frustration and disappointment. She forces a smile before returning to her mutual expression and licks her lips. She then pouts.

"Okay," she shrugs.

She puts her hand through the bars to grab the cup and that's when I grab her hand. My grip tightens around hers meanwhile her eyes widen in disbelief.

"Let me out," I growl.

"Master wouldn't approve," she states.

I dig my fingernails into her skin as hard as possible. She doesn't even seem to flinch. Instead she relaxes her arms, unbothered. Her left hand grabs something from her pocket. I bet it's that weird looking sharp object and yes I am correct.

The beautifully carved knife is smoothly taken out of her pocket. The contact between the sharp blade and stone screeches. The vibrations across the floor almost loosens my grip. I won't let that happen.

I pierce my fingernails into her skin deeper. With all my force, I pull her closer.

The crash between the knife and metal bar causes some of the manganese dust to spill on her face. She coughs, loosening her grip on the knife.

I stand up and kick the metal bars making more dust fall on her face. My right hand approaches the knife on the floor. It's almost in my reach. A loud thudding noise indicates her stomping on her most valuable possession.

She uses her right hand to grasp the bar, maintaining her balance as she pulls away from me.

I let go.

There she goes tumbling onto the ground just like humty dumpty. She always loved that song.

Rapidly I grab the knife and strike onto the bars. One hand holding my sleeve to my mouth and nose and the other viciously striking.

Finally a bar snaps, the bar is embedded in the floor and ceiling so I pull it onto one side to make the gap bigger. I squeeze myself through the gap and I made it!

Selena's gone.

"I like this game better," her voice giggles through the speakers.

"What about master?" I mock helplessly.

There's actually no way out. I can't even see a door to escape. There are no windows or any air conditioners to fit through. Just stone walls surrounding me. I scream and strike the wall in frustration with all my might.