Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself

He didn't care much for the man that was his constant guard. They didn't talk and that was alright by Vladimir. He didn't give a crap about any of these goody two shoes around here. Bunch of hypocrites if you asked him. Though no one did ask him so no one cared. So he didnt care about them. It was an endless cycle now wasnt it. They saw him for shit he was innocent of and he saw them for things they were guilty of, everyone loses.

The approach of the Male didnt go completely unnoticed by him but it did disturb his nap. After all what else was he supposed to do.  The words were met with a lazy look. A yawn then came. They were making him lazy and fat with all this confinement. "Why? So you can hate me for shit I haven't done? Pass." he sat up anyway though. His eyes locked on the other man's, narrowed. "I can at least say my packs slaves get to stretch their legs and mingle."  it wasnt a challenge just a statement of fact. They wanted to keep him a slave, but they couldn't even award him at least liberty to move around the area farther than to piss. Hypocrites. Hate the slavers, but treat their own worse than the slavers. No one even thought to ask, oh hows vlad today? Or oh did vlad need a punishment?

At least they didnt try to hide their slaves and forget they existed.