One Day At A Time

No. That one word almost sealed her fate, but as she went on, Reila painted a different picture for the man. She'd been forced into the dirty, bloody tournaments that some slavers held. They seemed to like the sport enough that it was commonplace among the many different companies. Chimera couldn't imagine this small woman fighting for her life. She claimed to have won five times, but he just couldn't see it.

Reila went on to explain that she was bought afterwards for different reasons. The man doubted that either of them were reasons that the woman had agreed to consensually. "Slavery is no foreign concept in Fenmyre," he began. If she was going to be living here, then she would know what happened here. "I purchase slaves from the various companies. Slaves that meet a certain criteria. Wolves pay coin to use and abuse these slaves, sometimes to death." The giant's two-toned gaze was hard as he watched the small fae. "They're all very deserving of this punishment." The slaves in his pens were rapists, murderers, child traffickers and more. All of whom had sinned enough to forfeit their lives. Chimera liked to think that, by offering this service, he was saving the innocent from receiving the brunt of another's ire. Noble of him, eh?

As he stared down upon the fae, the hard edge in his gaze softened ever so slightly. "You are safe here, however." He'd believed her story and the woman's reactions to his question, the way that she had looked away in apparent shame before looking back to him, it had told him everything that he needed to know. "You may have killed, but killing for survival is different than killing for enjoyment." She was welcome to stay for as long as she wished, but just like the rest, she would have to pull her weight once her leg was healed.

"Speech"