The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

The warmth in her body feels like electricity as she feels the table shudder under her elbow. She barely even blinks at his sudden movement, feeling as if everything is in slow motion. The snarl and his voice told her more than he was probably intending to share.

Her eyes followed his grasp at the air before her, intending to reach her but not getting far enough in the way the booze hit him.
They were more prone to crashing and shouting like this. Drinking themselves into a stupor and a deep unrousable sleep. With how much this stuff seemed to hit him, he was probably about to crash at any moment, right? And this stuff seemed to be pretty potent with how little they drank...

She had done this so many times before. Goad, jab, tease, run. She gets away eventually. It worked for her last masters, she had just been unlucky he was around to catch her.

He probably had seen a good many beautiful women in his time, but the phrase was getting old. She had been tossed around because she was too pretty. Her brothers and own father tried to tell her she was too pretty for her own good. They thought it would save her to send her to her uncle's family where he had little ones and a wife to take care of.
She set her teeth as he hammered in that he would take her however and whenever he wanted. She smirked.

She was playing a dangerous game and she forgot about one of the players involved. The booze was coursing through her emaciated frame this time. Sitting still she wouldn't realize its effects right away. She did like how time seemed to slow.

They always took what they wanted, these big strong men.
"Big strong man too scared to ask for what he wants? Maybe it'll be given if he's nice about it." She dared with poison on her lips. Her thighs starting to burn from being prepared to leap should he lunge. She had tried that line on her uncle, the next day he sold her. The next one won't be as bad as this one surely?


"Speech"