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Meadow was sitting in her newly assigned room, with a pair of scissors tcuked around her assigned collar. "Damn it," she mumbled to herself every few seconds.
They really made these things tough. She thought as she re-hid her scissors under her mattress and laid down. Her thumb slowly ran across the charms that were suppose to represent who she was.
Idiots. They don't know me. One by one, she stroked the small metal charms. Paint Brush, Broken Mirror, Red Tear, Shield, Hourglass, and Sword. The spikes scratched her fingers slightly, but she was too deep in thought to even notice. She dreaded the moment that her new master would greet her in the room.
Ugh, master. God that word is disgusting. She stood up and rushed to the restroom and splashed her face with water. She knew she'd need to act at least some-what tolerable.
If they think I'm going to attack him or run away, they'll keep their eyes on me. I gotta just... play it cool. Meadow tried to tell herself that she was strong and could handle this, but she was actually trembling. What if he hit her like the last one? Was there even a rule against it? He fingers now traced over the scar on her right eye and her trembling grew worse. She found herself laying back on the bed and slowly drifting into sleep, just to be hit with another one of her nightmares.