If I do breathe, I can smell soup, Campbell’s Vegetarian Vegetable. My stomach growls. After a while, he brings a tray. There is a bowl of soup, a g...lass of milk, and a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, on the sturdy melamine dishes he bought after I came to live here. The spoon in the bowl is plastic, too, from a camp mess set. Last time he let me use breakable dishes, I broke them. Last time I got metal silverware, I tried to stab him. Now I’m not allowed to use those anymore. I’ve. She knew from the distance they had travelled that she had little or no chance of getting back to Tradagha if she fled and that the camp was surrounded by desert for many miles in all directions. If she fled at random, her best hope would be to die of thirst, and her worst fate would be if nomads found her. While death was an option she did not completely exclude, being a slave of the nomads was not a choice she relished. This man had not beaten her this night, he had merely taken his pleasure. She was 5.5 feet tall, wheatish complexion and average physique. She was neither too great looking beauty nor too bad looking. Okay, so coming back to the story, she knocked at my door, I opened the door and there she was…standing in her flowered white pajamas and orange round neck t-shirt, with loose hair. She was looking very cute. I didn’t ask her to come inside, neither did she ask me to. We both stood at the door and she started talking, she basically wanted to gather some information. If you think that you can tell it better then by all means, keep interrupting… No? Good.’ Drop uttered another croak, this one sounding considerably more satisfied. ‘So there it was, the monster of the forest. Big, black and furry with these horrible eyes and a scythe for a tail. I tried to flee but I was much too terrified to even move. Then, before I knew it, the monster was standing right over me.’ Phyre waited several seconds for the rest of the story. When it didn’t come, she spoke up..