Don't judge a book by its author

Right as he was about to drift off from boredom a scent and noise caught his attention. His head lifted and he eyed the woman before him. Obviously they shared one thing. He saw distrust on her face and he himself held that same trust issue. This bitch had allowed a fight to happen that hadn't needed to.

"I should wonder what you want, but really I dont care." she was the one here holding him captive in ways not even their own slaves were. "but just so one of us can say we're not being rude, what can I do for you?" not like he would actually do anything without payment. She was definitely being rude. Staring was rude and so was confining your slaves. At least they didn't imprison theirs in one den in a tiny area. Oh how he was definitely ready to be out of this place. Confinement was boring and he was going to lose his damn mind if he didn't at least stretch his muscles soon. He watched her with just a hint of distrust and hatred in his eyes. Her and Rhyme were who were keeping him from finding the bitch that would save his mother with her return.