Different Choice

2/A Speaking Up

Aveline heard the sound of a man talking, and jolted awake. She had become a light sleeper from her time spent in the cell. She spotted Brooke getting up from the floor.

"What's going on?" Aveline asked, looking around.

The man standing by Brooke turned to face Aveline. "Jett said he's feeding you somewhere else from now on. I don't know why but it's what he wants. We're here to accomplish that. Now get up and get movin'," The man commanded. Another man came in and pulled Brooke up, holding her hands together behind her back.

"Okay, I'm coming," Aveline said, standing up. "Go ahead, tie my hands together. I'm sure I'll find some other way to pick up my food." She rolled her eyes, holding her arms out. She wasn't quite sure where the confidence boost came from, but she didn't mind it.

Brooke snorted. "See, that's a great game to play. Make the girls eat with their slippery hands and then throw it on your faces. You'll be caught with like, I don't know, a deranged disease or something from the bacteria all over our hands."

"Just shut up," the man snapped at Brooke.

"Gladly," she replied with a smirk.

"Awe, but I like annoying people. Being trapped in a room- alone for a week might I add- doesn't give many opportunities to do that," Aveline smoothly answered. A smirk made it's way onto her face. She knew in a few minutes she would be regretting all of this, but at the moment, she didn't care.

The leader or the duo grabbed Brooke and roughly shoved her out the door. She had a slightly pained expression as she glared at the man. "Okay, seriously, loosen your grip a bit. I won't escape," she said, annoyed.

Aveline got shoved out the door behind Brooke. "It's be wise to shut your trap. No one likes a smart alack," her captor advised. His breath smelt like tobacco and made her nose crinkle in disgust.

"And no one likes bad breath," she said in response, trying not to gag. The two girls were led out of the room. As they passed through the door, Aveline noticed a bookshelf nearby. Brooke must have been right about that.

Aveline spotted Jett reading a book. He looked up when they got near. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be out patrolling for more girls to take?" Brooke practically growled at him, slightly fighting against her binds.

"Nah, that would require actually doing work. That's what he has his henchmen for," Aveline suddenly blurted out, before biting her lip. That definitely wasn't smart. Jett snapped his head towards her, his expression full of fury. he stood up and strolled towards her.

"Hey punk, look at me. Leave her alone," Brooke snapped. Aveline felt a sure of gratitude towards the other girl.

"It's okay, Brooke," Aveline said, keeping her head held high. "It was my words, so it's my punishment." For some reason, fury filled her. This was the guy who caused her wrists to bleed and scar. The same guy who made her eat moldy bread and dirty water.

"So what are you going to do now? Bind my hands and feet? Throw me in a cage? Or maybe bring out the whip again? Go ahead. I'm sick and tired of being quiet. I've been confined in this stupid prison for at least a week. I'm done," Aveline said, glaring.

"I could do way worse than any of those, but for you, nothing will happen. Don't push it." Jett responded. Aveline read between the lines. Whatever had been done to get her thrown in here wasn't enough for him to do worse. But she was pushing him towards that. He switched to Brooke. "As for you, I don't know what to do. Your constant words nag me and I've grown tired of it after a day. Not even 24 hours!" Jett took a deep breath, then walked away to a different portion of the house.