Slaughtered

3

Mira P.O. V

The man reached and opened the box door, the bright light flooding in and hitting my eyes. My eyes shifted to him as he moved his legs out of the box and stood up, a tug on my leash told me the woman had done that too. If I heard right her name is Eleanor.

I slid out into the light, once again wondering if there was a way to turn it off but too sheepish to ask. “Alright dear welcome home.” Eleanor pointed to a huge brick. I could see doors and what I thought are windows, father drew a picture of a box that looked like that once. He called it a castle.

Eleanor pulled me forward talking towards the front door, different people looked us up and down and some had pets on leashes, others let them roam free.

I looked at my feet, seeing my boots hit the concrete ground. A feeling I was used too. The man held open the door for us and I walked through, the dark room forcing my eyes to adjust. It was candle lit for the most part, the rocks forming huge walls around us.

Eleanor led me up what felt like an eternity of stairs as the man followed closely behind. They had been talking, but I was to lost in the different rooms and all the new things in them I had never seen before.

I had been so caught up in looking at things I hardly noticed they had stopped walking and almost ran into them.

“I remember the day my parents gave me you.” A smile formed in whom I learned to be Mark. Eleanor returned the smile. “I was so scared, I thought you wouldn't want me, but I wasn't brought up like she was.” She pointed to me and Mark nodded as he opened a door.

This room had a big desk in the middle, almost like the one at home. The chair stood on top of the wood floor and papers were scattered all over the room. “Mark did you call someone to clean this?” Eleanor's voice sounded irritated sending a wave of fear over me, something I felt a lot.

Father said when people got irritated it was my job to help. His words said themselves in my head, something he drilled into me. “Ma'am…” I paused as she looked at me swallowing my fear. “I-I can c-clean it.” I looked to the floor hoping it was okay that I spoke.

“Oh that would be nice” her voice perked up and a smile crossed her face as the leash she held dropped the floor. I started picking up the miscellaneous papers around the room setting them on the desk.

“Do you have her file?” Marks low voice hummed softly as he asked, I could almost hear his excitement in it.

“Oh right” Eleanor reached for something right before I went down to pick up another few papers. “Here, she's 16, 5'3 (1.6 m)…” She paused looking at me “this is just her appearance” she looked back at the file and flipped a page as I went back to the ground.

“This is the list of her medical…” She trailed off again. I set the last stack of papers on the desk lifting my leash in my hand. “This is her day routine…” She trailed off again, I stepped toward mark handing pushing the end of my leash in his hand. “This is her list of items she likes…” The sound of the paper flipping again.

Mark took the end of the leash in his hand and then dropped in back to the floor, confusion filled my head. If no one was holding the end how do I know where to go? When to go there? I grab the end of the leash again and push it into marks hand. This time he didn't even grab it, he just let it drop. Panic started to settle itself in my chest.

What happens if they leave? Do I stay here? Will he grab it? I pick it up one last one and hand the end to Eleanor hoping she sill take it. She notices and lets the file down a little, so she can look at what I'm handing her. “Oh dear I don't meed that right now, you can just take it off if you want” her words echoed in my head. Panic took over as tears started to form in my eyes. I lifted my chin slightly and turned away, so they couldn't see, I was not about to get in trouble.