{ @babyphillips }
She had her birdies, her flies on the wall, and it hadn’t taken long for the wind of gossip about one of the new slaves to find her ear. Spacey. The thought had intrigued her and she’d gone down to the cells to see for herself, stopping outside the cell she’d been directed to. Lifting her hand to knock on the bars, the demon grinned to herself. “Knock knock. Are you in there pretty birdy?”











