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theoriginalbelle:
“Come on then, let’s get you into bed.” She knew that the girl needed sleep, probably even more so now than she did before.
She nodded, crossing to the bed and curling into it, sighing a little at the softness. “Thank you, Annabelle,” she said, turning to smile up at her.
theoriginalbelle:
“Thank you.” She said softly before gently moving the girl off of her lap. “Why don’t you rest for a little while?”
She nodded. “That would be lovely.” She rarely got a good night’s sleep anymore, down in the cells with the others.
theoriginalbelle:
“It changes person to person.” She said softly. “You haven’t pissed me off so you’re safe.”
“I’ll endeavor not to anger you, then,” she said with a small smile. She’d been trying to stay on her good side anyway. She seemed far better to have as ally than enemy.
theoriginalbelle:
“You should know I’m not like this with everyone either.” She said softly.
“You’re not?” She was a little surprised, given how easily the gentleness was seeming to come to her. “What are you usually like? If you don’t mind my asking.”
theoriginalbelle:
“No.” She said honestly. She knew it was best to simply be upfront and honest about it.
She closed her eyes, nodding. “Of course,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm and even. “It was foolish to think it.” She’d seen what could be done to them. It was silly to think it was all some sort of act.
theoriginalbelle:
“See? It’s not so bad here.” She said gently. She knew that if the girl just behaved her life would be easier.
“Are they all as kind as you?” She trusted Annabelle, especially in this moment. She wanted to believe that things could be good, as she said.
theoriginalbelle:
“I do.” She said softly while continuing to gently rub her back in soothing circles.
“You were right,” she sighed. “If this is what it’s like when I’m obedient, then I shouldn’t fight things.”
theoriginalbelle:
“You can call me Annabelle in here.” She said softly while holding her a little closer to her body, hoping to keep her this relaxed.
She went closer willingly, resting her head against her. “If you prefer it, then I’d be glad to, Annabelle.”
theoriginalbelle:
Annabelle smiled softly, she had always loved when people played with her hair so it wasn’t a surprise that Phaedra enjoyed it. “You’re a lot more relaxed now.” She whispered.
She nodded. “Yes, mistress, I am.” Though it seemed she didn’t need her confirmation to guess at that. She wondered how she did it—if it was just that she was a good study of character, or if it was something supernatural.
master-nazar:
“It’s nice to meet you, Phaedra. I’m Julien.”
“Have you been here long?” She didn’t recognize him, but then there were many other slaves she hadn’t had interactions with.
theoriginalbelle:
Feeling the girl relax she smiled softly and ended up running her fingers through her hair. “Good.” She whispered, she had no intentions of hurting the girl but also knew that she was capable of caught up in the moment.
Phaedra hummed softly as she felt her fingers in her hair, tilting her head slightly into her touch. It felt soothing, comforting, in a way she hadn’t felt since coming here. “That feels lovely,” she whispered.
jcssicablack:
“it’s the least impressive thing about my life, trust me.” jess flashed her a pretty smile. “what’s your name? i don’t think i’ve seen you around but…then again, i did change cells a few days ago.”
“Phaedra,” she answered, returning the smile. “I’ve only been here for... maybe two weeks? I must admit I’ve fully lost track of time. The days started blurring together.”
“Sit. Drink with me.”
Phaedra nodded, sitting across from her. “Yes, mistress,” she said with a smile.
master-nazar:
“Probably would’ve been unlikely… for someone who’s takes part in kidnapping to have that degree of decency.” Julien gave the girl a brief smile. “Thank you, you seem really nice.”
She sighed. “It’s... no, not likely. At least not on the whole.” She’d learned that some of them were kind and didn’t wish to harm them, but that didn’t always save them from those who did. “And that’s... kind of you to say,” she said, returning the smile. “I’m Phaedra.”
master-nazar:
Julien massaged his scalp. “Yeah, yeah… I’m fine.” He muttered trying to stand up. “Stupid punk… should mess with someone of their own size.”
She shook her head in sympathy. “They don’t really take size into account, unfortunately.” It was more about obedience, but sometimes she feared even that might not be enough if a guard or a master was having a bad day.
“oh, come on. turn that frown upside down…you’ve been here for what? two days? two weeks? i’ve been here for 4 years, it’s not going to get better but it’s not going to get worse too.”
“You’ve been here for four years?” she asked, sure she must have heard her wrong. “That’s... impressive.” That she’d survived, and that she still seemed like... well, a person.
Nazar would bribe a guard to have him escorted in and out of the cells, to sustain the realism of his character. He’d also tell him to handle him roughly, causing a scene. He would draw attention to himself, which would make it easier to get the interest of the slaves within the pit, particularily in one specific slave. He was thrown into a cell, a little too roughly for his taste and hit his head in the process. “Stupid asshole…” he muttered.
Phaedra winced as she saw the guards manhandling one of the other slaves. She hated seeing that—how they treated people. She tried to be sweet and obedient, but this was what made her want to run up to them, scream at them to let them go, to stop this. He looked to have hit his head when the guard tossed him into the cell, and she hurried over towards him. “Are you alright?” she asked, concern clear in her tone.
