"You belong to ME. I OWN you, remember?"
I don't know who is worse, the one that treats me like an object that can be thrown away at any moment once no longer proven useful or the one that wants to keep me locked up like a bird.
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[Y/N...
I sat on a rather comfy chair in the corner of the room while Audric spoke to some guy in a foreign language. I couldn't make out what they were saying but based on the way they expressed their emotions through arms being thrown up in the air, slamming hands against furniture, and moving their hands as they spoke I could tell it wasn't something good.
"Du verdammte Schlampe. Was kannst du eigentlich? Bescheuerte verfickte hure! Kein wunder, dass Dad dich nie geliebt hat. " You whore bitch. you cant do shit right, can you? stupid fucking bitch. no wonder dad never liked you
The slightly taller male yelled at Audric while he had a stoic expression. Whatever he was yelling at Audric wasn't good based on the way Audric kept his fists clenched up tight, knuckles turning white. I kinda expected Audric to hit the taller male with said clenched up fists but no violence came.
The taller male looked at me then smirked looking at Audric. He leaned in close to Audric and said something I couldn't manage to hear and that's when Audric's stoic expression broke. He shook in rage as he took a deep breath in, held it in for a bit, then released it. He re-centered his tie while taking a glance towards me "sweety can you please step into the other room?" I gave him a thumbs up as I awkwardly got up from the chair and exited the room while I felt both pair of eyes on me. I closed the double doors looking at them while they both still stared at me.
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I shook off my awkward nerves and started walking around the hallways. I wonder who that guy is to Audric...an enemy? What language were they speaking?They were probably speaking in German based on the way it sounded like angry gibberish. The only way I can rule out Russian is because I knew for a fact that hündin is bitch in German.
"Ow" I mumbled as I bumped into a broad chest. I put a hand on the chest and felt around, patting in different spots. I grinned as I realized it was my favorite person "Garrison!" I said happily while removing my hand from him. He looked down at me as the tiniest hint of a smile graced his features "[Y/N]" he stated monotonously.
"I have a question for you" I want to know if he had any information about Audric and that guy.
"Which is..?" He trailed off waiting for me to finish.
"What languages does Audric speak?"
"English" he stated simply.
Why is he lying? I gave him a skeptical look "are you sure? He was talking to some guy and it didn't sound like English. Oh! And do you maybe know who that guy is?" He grumbled while holding the bridge of his nose "German. He speaks German and he was most likely talking to his older brother"
