
Captain Rutabaga wrote:At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/MasterƵαιяα Ѧαяια Ƭяιcκƨтɛя
I shivered slightly. I had never had the greatest resistance to cold, so I was chilled to the bone, and didn't want to talk to anyone. Not that anyone would talk to the raven black haired girl that was curled up in a minuscule ball in a corner, that felt miserable about her own life. I sighed, almost hitting myself upside the head and telling myself to go ahead and think of something else, something better and maybe cheer myself up a bit. Yeah, right. Cheerful. Well, I could think of the time before they bloody abandoned me. Not letting tears fall out of my eyes when I remembered the time that they left me, I forced myself to think about the happy times we had together, even the simplest things, such as eating together at our oak dining table. I smiled a bit, thinking of how when I was a lot younger, we'd play tag, and they would always run very slowly after me, and let me tag them. I felt a little better, so I decided to place my head on my knees, instead of behind them to look outside of the small area I was in. I sighed again and looked around, wondering when someone would walk by my area (Oh, it helped so much to think of them that way, rather than cages) and if they'd pass by me or look at me. Probably the first option, because I was not much to look at. Just a young girl with dark colored hair. I flicked a strand out of my face and looked down at my wrist, seeing a small piece of string attached there. Fortunately, it was a slip-knot, so it came undone easily, so I quickly knotted my hair into a braid, attaching it with the string at the bottom. I place then my arms again around my knees and looked around my area and the small bit of hallway I could see again.

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