Say it with me

Speak up, Speak up

Seven watched her intensly, tilting his head as she spoke. He'd seen masters exchange names, never slaves. Specially considering the fact that... he didn't have one. Now that Deathbelle owned him she had already told him she was mulling over a possible name for him. So the lady didn't give her name either - all was well to him. Names were only another unneccesary word for him. Master and slave - he was the slave they were the masters that's all that mattered. Yet he tried it, "No name yet." the words were spoken curtly and still a little rough his ragged voice sounded like he'd been breathing in smoke.

When she asked if he wanted something though... he wasn't sure. The concept of wanting? Well he wanted to serve he knew that desire, but he had never requested something of someone. No. "Y-yu... want?" he asked meekly. Oh no he was speaking out of bounds. Curse it, speaking was a burden all itself. He shrunk back and avoided eye contact waiting to see what his punishment would be.

MADE BY MINNIE of BTN