The comforting warmth brought her back to reality. Her eyes flashed open as she jumped up in a panic, the sloshing of the water made her look down to realize she was in a tub. She gazed all around her to find she was still in the bathroom from before, her memory piecing together how she got in the bath. Beside the female was a toilet. Good. She thought, leaning over the ledge into the bowl she emptied the contents of her stomach. Colors of yellows and black filled the porcelain, and before she could think Drakari returned, his concerned presence now looming in the candle lit room. She looked to him with a sheepish smirk, wiping her lips on the backside of her hand.

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"Petary." She said with an embarrassed shrug from vomiting in front of him. The girl then sinked back into the warm water with a heavy sigh.

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"It's fine little kirita." The male murmured as he flushed the toilet.

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She couldn't help but to roll her eyes at his comment. "I am not a little kitten." She snapped back cooly, her voice slightly hoarse from exhaustion. Quickly she accepted the small white towel he handed to her and dipped it in the water before softly rubbing at her face.

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The man chuckled, "Ah, but would you be one if there was food on the line?" He raised a dark eyebrow to her as he noticed the excited expression appearing on her angular face.

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Pulling out from behind his back was a stick skewered with chunks of what seemed to be grilled chicken. However, she smelled it before she saw it, knowing exactly what the meal was. She moved to her knees in the bath, hanging the towel over the side, staring at him with big golden eyes as she leaned over the ledge.

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"I do expect you to give that to me, peasant." She snapped, her voice swirling with eagerness. A growl lingered in her throat as the girl's small pink tongue came out to lick at her lips, tiny fangs glinting against the serene light of the candles. Her silky fox tail swished in the water behind her in agitation, she was not patient. He waved the food before her and she reached out for it, but he yanked it back when it was just about to be in her grasp. The sudden strain on her muscles made her whine and she slowly retreated her hand back to the tub as she laid back against the ceramic with another heavy sigh, filled with defeat. As she dropped her head, her eyes quickly wandered to her body, noticing the strange markings that went across her chest and towards her ribcage.

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"So what are these markings you gave me?" The vulpine female questioned, her eyes not looking towards the man as she continued to stare at her newly decorated skin. She could sense a frown appearing on his face when he realized she wouldn't be playing for the food. Her attention was now stuck on what had been done to her earlier. Before answering her question, he slowly moved the stake of meat towards her, and to his amusement, she snatched with lightning reflexes as soon as it was presented in reach. A small smile formed on his lips as her eyes flashed to him challengingly taking her first greedy bite.

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"It's a Richa." Drakari stated simply, sitting cross legged beside the tub. He watched as she ate, keeping an eye on her for changes, he couldn't help but be uneasy as he noted how hungry she had been. 

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Her eyes quickly shot to him with a slight glare, "Can you stop?" The question rang out against her chewing as she stared on with annoyance, not liking the perpetual expression on his face whenever he gazed at her.

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His eyebrows suddenly furrowed as he became confused, "Stop what?" His query seemed innocent as tilted his head to her, the horns upon his head caught the light in a way that seemed to make them glow.

 

She huffed, her unrest very evident as she ate the last piece of chicken off the thin fragment of wood. "You look at me like I am weak." The female paused as her stare hardened with intensity, "You do not know the power I posses." The power I possess... She was slightly taken aback by her own words, it seemed to be the correct thing to say but she didn't understand.

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Suddenly she was in a cage screaming. There was a different man across from her tied in a chair. Bright red poured from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose; every orifice leaking with the sharp smell of iron. His whole being vibrated fiercely in an maniacal shaking sequence as her dry hands gripped the metal bars, shrieking out within the small cement room she was in, a glass wall adorning the left of her was shrouded with opacity, a door beside it. She felt it travel through her body, the strong sensation of intensity was being created in her very being and released before her. The man stopped moving and fell limp just as a buzz rang out overhead, quickly she smiled as she turned her head to the left, waiting for the metal entrance to open.

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Gasping, she shook her head in surprise, feeling the warm water pour down on her. Swiftly, looking up with wild eyes she recognized Drakari as he held a now empty wooden bucket above her head.