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The wintry girl scowled at the table. As guilty as it made her sometimes that Chii did everything for her, she wished Jun didn't pick up on it. Now it just meant she had to deal with doing things fifty times until perfection, she was sick of it as it was already.

Her gaze snapped over to Jun and Chii when she realized everyone was gawking at them, mouth slightly open at what he had just done to her. WHAT IN THE ACTUAL ******** he ******** using her as a CUP HOLDER? What in the actual hell is WRONG WITH HIM?

The girl was too busy staring at Chii in shocked silence she barely registered Kent getting the same idea. She jumped out of her skin when he did it, staring down at the bottle between her cleavage for a solid three seconds. It barely stayed where it was, the fabric of her top holding most of the weight since her chest wasn't as large. Oh HELL no.

Wynter ripped it out of her top and slammed it down on the table instead. Her eyes twitched a few times as she looked over at Kent, totally pissed off.

"You can use the goddamn table...."

Wynter's whole body went stiff as a board when he brushed her leg with his hand, her face a bright cherry red with a look that could kill. She scooted the other way on her chair, grinding her teeth so hard she thought she might crack a tooth. She thought he was unbearable before, Banzai with alcohol in his system was ten times more smackable.

Her hand went over and snatched Kent's drink off the table, shoving it at him to take. She considered bashing it across his head instead, but she couldn't act on every physical urge she had.

"Yeah. Time for us to go make dinner."

As in, LEAVE ME THE ******** ALONE!

Wynter was almost thrilled to go sit in that kitchen for hours and help Chii make dinner. Anything was better than sitting here for Christ's sake.

Wynter hadn't lost the sour expression on her face at all when they were done in the kitchen and ready to serve the group of annoying idiots. She paused her sulking to see who exactly was at the door, which she prayed to God wasn't anyone else who was joining in. She was actually happy at first Jun was leaving, not realizing what exactly that meant at first.

The expression on Chii's face and her prickled fur changed her mind very quickly. That wasn't good at all, then. A chill ran down her spine, it dawned on her that meant Jun wasn't here to stop anything...

Her eyes snapped over to the soldier who ordered her to get him a drink, sighing quietly before she got up to go get it.

"Make it snappy" She mimicked the soldier's voice in her mind. Just for that, I'm taking my sweet a** time.

After stalling for a minute or two, she came back out and placed it on the table for the solider. She crossed her arms and stood there for a minute, figuring there would be something wrong with her performance as usual.

"That it?"

Wynter was ready to start up her attitude again, but luckily the other soldier solved the problem for her. She almost smirked as the guy opened it himself with that annoyed look. Poor thing had to open it all by himself... These men all acted like children.

The slave helped out by grabbing the dirty dishes and bringing them to the kitchen, sorta happy she had gotten off a bit easy again. Sure, there were little annoyances and irritating demands, but nothing worth freaking out over had happened so far.

Wynter cringed when she looked over at Kent. Deeefinitely drunk now... That was going to be so fun to deal with. She held in an exasperated sigh, and wandered into the kitchen to ask Chii what she usually did for desserts.

"Banzai wants dessert. Is there anything easy I can make or something else to give him-?"

What she really wanted to give him was a knuckle sandwich.

Not that she missed his presence a single bit, but she half wished Jun would hurry up with whatever the hell he was doing and come back. Leaving two girls alone to deal with a bunch of drunken fools... Hell, even if they were sober she'd still be worried!

She brought out the plate, a little weirded out by the agitation on his face. She wondered the same thing as Chii, but was convinced there was nothing wrong with it. Maybe a flavor he didn't care for?

"....Huh-?"

Was all that came out of her mouth at his command. She looked over at Chii with a 'what the ********??' kind of face, whipping her head back towards Banzai.

No, no, no no no no. I didn't sign up for this bullshit- No ******** way.

"You've had way too much to drink-"

Wynter swallowed dryly. This was making her insanely anxious. She really hoped this was just drunk rambling and he wouldn't dare push it that far. Her hopes were totally smashed to bits when she saw him draw his gun and point it at the two of them.

The slave really did consider herself tough for the record, despite ever since being brought here, she had been tossed around like a ragdoll. This kind of stuff sent her brain into a total panic, and she was struggling to keep a calm face. Her fingers twitched uncontrollably, heart hammering in her chest. Her wide eyes went over to Chii, and back at the gun. What if someone really did get shot? If she mouthed off and Chii ended up getting raped instead or even ******** shot... Her pride wasn't worth that, or her body. Did he have the guts to pull the trigger and face Jun? Hell, would Jun even ******** care?

Her body jolted as the claws touched her skin. All the girl could imagine was those tearing into her chest, her throat. She wanted to launch herself at him and tear him apart, throw something, anything but sit here like a spooked deer. She didn't know how to answer or what answer would give her the best shot at avoiding this.

Who the hell was she kidding? It was only a matter of time before this happened.

"...No. Long gone."

All she could do was lie. She prayed for a look of disgust and judgement, some kind of revulsion towards her. Part of her wondered if the bullet would be kinder to her if this went down the road she feared she was being dragged towards.

Think think think think think you ******** idiot- You aren't some pampered, delicate little flower that grew up sheltered- DO SOMETHING!

Her mind screamed, begged, pleaded with her to fight, to do what she always did. That gun shut down her every thought at fighting back against this sick ********, though. She refused to end up dying here, life wasn't going to ******** her over and leave her praying to end it all. It could kiss her fat ******** a** on that one.

Her eyes slid down to her own top, face twitching with how sick this made her feel. It would have ended up being somebody, Jun would have ******** her eventually, Banzai's comment about that confirmed her previous fears. She would give worming out of this one last shot.

"...So you think Jun won't care about this? Playing with his toys?"

It ******** killed her to refer to herself as anything near a toy, but she would say almost anything to get the hell out of this situation. Still keeping the gleam of the gun in her mind, she raised her trembling hands up to her top and began to undo it, being very slow with it. She despised Jun so much it made her violently ill to wish that he would come back, yet she still prayed to whatever ******** up gods out there he would hurry his a** up.

"There are plenty of other girls that no one has dibs on out there..."

Her heart couldn't hurt for any of the other girls in the castle right now. It was her, or them. She'd throw some random girl under the bus if it meant she could go lock herself in a room and never come out again. She refused to look at Chii at all when she shrugged off her uniform entirely, standing uncomfortably in her undergarments and her striped stockings.

I want nothing more than to shove a fork right into your eye socket, twist it, and rip your ******** eyeball out. I would rather go sit in that godforsaken dungeon than get raped by you utter sack of s**t.