Halen's POV (point of view)
Why does she have to be so fucking stubborn! When I first saw her, bid for her, she looked so lost. I thought she'd be like the rest! Quiet.
Oh! but no! I got stuck with a fricken sass master!
I had to admit from time to time her sarcasm was well played. I thought she would relies after threatening her, but, as you could have guessed I was wrong.
I sighed running a hand through my hair. I needed a distraction. Pressing the buzzer on my desk I awaited Dally. quietly the door opened.
"You called master?" She quietly spoke.
"Yes, could you bring in Lana?" I asked her. She nodded her head before shutting the door.
Hopefully, this would stop the constant images running through my mind, of only one person, one person who had me wanting to pull out my hair every other second, Raven.
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Ravens POV
"One"
"Five-thousand"
"Two million gazillion and three."
"Ugh!" I groaned . I had been sitting down in this basement for what felt like days.
Chained to a wall, hungry and bored.
For the past few hours I had been throwing a rock on the wall having it bounce back, counting it everytime.
You could have guessed how fun and exciting that was, right?
And to top it off my feet were beginning to ache from the chains that were tightly wrapped arounds my calves.
Glancing around the cemented walls for something else to do, I came back to the pebble. The only thing in the whole damn cell that I could reach.
"Grrrrrrrrr." My stomach let out another roar. I groaned again knowing I hadn't eaten in almost 3 days.
Surprising me, and making me jump the doors flew open and Dally entered with a tray of food.
My mouth started to water just thinking about eating. She gently set the dishes beside the bars of the cell and slid them under.
"Thank you." I croaked out, noticing how coarse my voice had gotten.
"No problem dear." Her gentle voice answered.
Picking up the first dish I dug into the plain oatmeal I had gotten.
"So, Dally," I began after scarfing down another couple bites. "How long have you been caged here?" I asked her bluntly.
She looked slightly taken back by my question but shortly recovered. "Since I was 3." She mumbled.
Choking on the water I had just put in my mouth I replied wide eyed. "You were sold at only 3 years old?
I looked at her incredulously. "Well, not exactly." She said while scratching the back of her head.
"What do you mean then?" My curiosity bit through my words.
"He saved me." She shrugged. "My parents and I were in a terrible house fire that spread to three other houses around us. I was burnt so bad when he first took me into his home, he thought I'd die. But then he made me drink from his wrist, I started to heal." Dally explained, slightly confused herself.
"So, he can be a huge teddy bear softly?" I questioned.
"Yes." She responded. "Your just being to sarcastic and witty to notice that he's trying." With the conversation being over, she turned with the empty dishes and tray, leaving the cellar.
Was I really being that stubborn?
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