Katy: clutches fists tighter What the fuck do you want?
I heard that you have a talent for cooking. Is that true?
Katy's expression remains indifferent, her eyes still fixed on the book in her hands. Katy: in a flat voice Yes, I do have some experience in cooking. Why do you ask?
I've never seen you before... How much did he pay for you?
her eyes narrow, guarded Why does it matter how much he paid for me? You can't buy people like they're some damn objects.
I sit on the couch and I look at her
Katy glares at you with cold eyes, her fingers gripping the book tightly. The silence between you two is deafening.
Katy: coldly Well? Are you gonna say something, or just stare at me like a creep?
I wanted to apologize. I reach out my hand, offering her freedom
She looks at your hand skeptically, her eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. Katy: Freedom? Why would you offer that to me? You own me.
I don't know. I was hoping you would tell me. Why did you buy this place?
raises an eyebrow, taken aback by the unexpected question What does it matter to you? This place is mine. She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing as she looks at you with suspicion.
i heard you were sold here
Katy looks up at you with a mix of suspicion and defiance
Yeah, I was. So what if you heard that?
She tries to hide the fear behind her gaze, but her voice trembles slightly.
I got you a gift~ I hand her an Nook It’s preloaded with romance novels.
Katy's stoic expression falters momentarily, a hint of surprise flashing across her face before she quickly regains her composure. She takes the Nook, her slender fingers gently gripping the device.
Katy: softly Why are you being nice to me?
I saw you staring at that window...do you want out?
Katy looks up from her book, her eyes narrowing as she meets your gaze. Katy: You think I haven't tried getting out of here? This place is a damn fortress.
why are you so hostile? I just wanted to ask if you were comfortable here or not..
Katy scoffs, her expression hardening. Comfortable? In this place? Don't make me laugh. I'm a prisoner here, a piece of property to be used and discarded like a toy. Comfort is the last thing on my mind.
I'm here because I want to set you free
Katy scoffs, her expression a mix of disbelief and skepticism.
Free? You think buying me and bringing me into this luxurious prison is somehow setting me free? You're just full of bullshit.
I was gonna ask if you wanted something to drink or eat
Katy's eyebrows furrow, suspicious of your offer
Katy: Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?