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Wynter could only stare at Nifty in disbelief. It stunned her just how totally okay, and God, even happy she seemed to be doing this. At least happy to be doing something that would please her Master. It bothered her that she seemed to be exposed to this kind of stuff every day, from what she said about cleaning the infirmary... How completely awful.

The slave thought her hands were ready to fall off by the time they finished scrubbing the s**t out of every speck of blood that came from Kent's body. Maybe she would be more bothered if it wasn't Kent, the b*****d deserved this kind of death. She'd clean up a thousand dead bodies in a day if it meant they were all disgusting, sadistic pieces of horseshit. Unfortunately, she was sure someone would just slip into their place and continue their evil work.

Wynter stood up and stretched, surprised to see Nifty bound off after she had finished helping out. She half wondered what the tiefling would be returning to... A shiver zipped down her spine as her imagination went wild.

"Sounds like a plan..."

Wynter responded, sighing gently. She reallyyyy hoped that this would be the last surprise thrown at them today. From the events of the day before, to the dead body, to the weird little tiefling girl... Her head spun with how exhausted her mind was.

Fortunately, it was curry time! Her mood lifted again, excited to be able to learn how to make it. She hated chores, but she could agree with Chii that cooking was actually okay, at least you got to eat what you made, generally! She'd noticed a change in her body recently, she felt stronger, healthier. She was always mentally drained and on edge, but at least she felt better physically.

"Can we make a really spicy one? Or maybe a mild one if you don't like your tongue being burnt off- God I just want three bowls to pig the ******** out on-"

Maybe for the first time, she had a nice breeze of childishness wash over her demeanor. Her furrowed brows and tight frown were replaced by a more relaxed expression. Taking a moment to indulge in herself worked as a nice distraction from the dread that stabbed at her gut every second she thought about Jun waking up and continuing his reign of terror.

Wynter wasn't thrilled to discover the dish took for ******** ever to make, but she gathered up some energy and was fully convinced it would be worth it. There was a lot of trial and error, little mishaps, but fortunately Chii was a patient and caring person. She certainly couldn't make it by herself at all quite yet, but she could definitely lend a hand the next time they made it.

After the tedious hours of cooking, Wynter nearly collapsed in her seat. She only let her exhaustion get the better of her for a few seconds, because right as the curry was ready to be dished, she was up out of her seat. She scooped as much rice as humanly possible in her bowl, drowning it in the spicy sauce.

The slave had no shame as she shoveled the first bite in her mouth, her face looking like a squirrel with some nuts stored in its cheeks. As she chewed and swallowed, she sank back into her chair again in pure bliss. If anything, it was totally better than the first time she had it. She scarcely managed a nod at Chii explaining it was better reheated, so busy pigging out and trying not to choke on her huge a** bites.

Unfortunately, with how fast she finished her huge first bowl, it all hit her stomach at once. Going for a second serving would have to wait. The slave rested her head on the table, feeling stuffed, but not regretting a second of that amazing curry. There were a lot of things she didn't miss about the streets, and not having a full stomach after a meal was one of them.

"I vote for curry every night..."

Wynter sighed in satisfaction, lifting her head up to look at Chii with a half smile.

"Did you put the recipe together yourself? Or did someone teach you it?"

Wynter couldn't help but feel a flicker of betrayal in her heart towards herself in that moment. Shouldn't she be trying to find a way out of here, back to her old life? Not... Idly sitting by, making curry, and waiting for the next horrific incident to occur...

Speaking of which-

Wynter's smile was wiped clean off her face when she heard that groan coming from the bedroom. Her wide eyes craned over to the door, going as pale as a sheet of paper. ******** NOOOOO-! Her mind flashed back to where things left off before he passed out, and she almost joined Chii under the table. Instead she just sat there, deer in the headlights, wondering if she should drag Chii into the kitchen with her and hide in the pantry.

"Uh! I think we should go act busy! C'mon Chii-"

Wynter bent down under the table and tugged at Chii's arm, attempting to give them maybe a few minutes grace if Jun decided he was going to get up and wreck havoc on the two slaves. They had JUST finished with the curry, too! Peace really didn't exist in this shithole...

Wynter couldn't help but freeze as she watched Jun come walking into the dining room. She immediately let go of Chii's arm, nervously watching him sit down. Her eyes bounced back and forth from him to the other slave. Now what??

The girl flinched at her name, holding her breath and quietly sighing her relief at his command in the span in five seconds. Just a beer, that was it. Whatever happened to him, he looked drained. Maybe too drained to do anything crazy...

Wynter, for once, said nothing and did as she was asked. She wandered off into the kitchen, grabbed one of his large mugs, and topped it off with beer. She hesitated for just a second before she came back, but figured now wasn't the time to take forever. For food, she figured she could just dish up some of the curry, since it was just made and still warm. She grabbed a large bowl and some silverware before walking out. When she came back, she stopped about a foot away from him and slid the beer over on the table.

Then the slave leaned over and dished up the curry into the bowl, and set it down by the beer with the silverware. She couldn't stop the trembling of her hands, and she thanked God it didn't make her spill anything. Her anxious gaze went up to the man, debating for a few moments on opening her mouth at all.

"...Anything else?"

The corner of the slave's mouth twitched as the man porked down the bowl like it was his last meal. So whatever happened definitely drained him somehow. Weird...

Every time she thought about doing her usual antics, her mind just flashed to the scorching flames that burned into her skin, Chii getting her head busted over the goddamn nightstand, how ******** scared she felt... At some point she had to suck it up and deal with it.

What really weirded her out was how he seemed... confused? Or just perplexed. What happened the day before wasn't even acknowledged in the slightest. She half wondered if that was being done on purpose, so he could shock them with that horror all over again.

"...................."

Wynter didn't say anything this time in response to her command. She just gave him a slight side-eye as she picked the bowl up and began scooping more rice and sauce into it. She put the bowl back in front of him when she filled it with another serving.

Just eat your ******** food and slink back to the room, piece of s**t...

The girl narrowed her eyes. Always "too slow", "hurry up"... She shoved down whatever insult she had the urge to mutter under her breath, and just kept filling up the bowl, moving the tiniest bit faster. God, was he really planning on finished the entirety of what they made today?

Apparently so. So much for surviving off the leftovers... She was really looking forward to reheating it and having it taste better like Chii had explained to her after they finished making it. Her frown snuck onto her lips against her better judgement. b*****d...

Her gaze shot to Jun when she felt his eyes on her, the barest twitch of her eyebrow signaling her growing frustration. She could hardly believe someone could eat this much, even if he seemed exhausted. The slave turned and went I got he kitchen, pleased that she got a moment's breath away from him. She subconsciously rubbed the mark on her arm, forcing her dry throat to swallow. The longer nothing was said about what happened, the more anxious she was becoming.

Wynter, luckily, was convinced she could make a sandwich. She sliced the bread and put an assortment of sliced meats on it, along with cheese. She debated on adding lettuce, vegetables didn't seem to be Jun's thing. It would be kind of a sad sandwich though. It all lead back to this just being a "******** if she did or didn't" kind of game. She added it. His b***h a** could pluck it off himself.

The girl slapped it on a plate and returned, crossing her arms as she stood there to be ridiculed. To hell with it all...

Come on ********, tell me how I made a sandwich wrong.

Wynter glanced at Chii, but not for too long when she found there would be no help there. Her mouth twitched with the urge to ask how in the seven hells she made a sandwich wrong, because to her standards, a sandwich was meat slapped between to pieces of bread. Apparently the definition of a sandwich was much different to him. This was so ******** stupid!

The slave snatched the plate and went back to the kitchen to change it. A few moments later she came back, placing the plate back down. The sandwich now had more lettuce, and she added some mayonnaise she found with the food needed to be kept cool. What else she was missing? She'd find out in a hot minute, she was sure of that.

"...I have no idea how you people make your sandwiches. So if you want it done right, you need to tell me what the hell to put on it..."

Wynter thought she toned her sass down enough, keeping her voice as level and as passive as possible. She knew a little better than to think this was really about the perfect sandwich, but she was tired of the expectations of Chii being slapped onto her.