na Ro

high-pitched alarm. Squealing as I sit

es

d to see the break of the day. My birthday is today a

e as I hum a tune on my way to the bathroom before I swiftly open my baggage pa

ed-space bathroom that the generous bitches of a species that enslaved mine created for us.

all the bruises I've gathered. At first, I flinched until I heard the sounds o

ff the shower and drying my hair while the scent of shea butter and natural honey fills my nostrils.

d station and grab a ham

look for an empty seat to eat, but a bulky security bender

sed to drink juice bec

ing about me. He just wants my blood to

spoil myself a bit." facetiously, I reply, licking off the foamy cream that ha

ng, but a familiar, annoying, feminine voice arise from behind

n bleeder anyway; perhaps Lord Lucas will choose he

ile, giving me a chance to escap

n a voice startles me as its owner crashes onto

Rita winks at me, then

and as I stare at the spilled coffee on the ta

aggressively. "That's sure

coffee, spoiling the morning of my birthday

ping into me, and blinks, "happy birthday!" Her voice fills the e

. "Thanks, love." Pulling away, I add, "we should head b

girl just because of your wa

uch of a luxury I'm going

. It's ingrain in our nature to get in before the instructor

gue, graces us with her presence, and without a warni

room where you'd be examined before you're labeled and then transferred to

Mrs. R

her. No one dares not, except me, of course! I'

s has taken it upon himself to label you all based on your school perf

ut immediately, but what if so-called Lord Lucas de

meet us?" Asks a voi

with gasps from students

tely send me off to a cruel owner, or she may even buy me, a

kept silent." A pity voice r

she walks toward my desk with antipathy. She hates me, no doubt. "Of course, your

on't show any ounce of fear. One lesson I've failed to regist

dominanc

pped the patting and pulled back. Little do I know that

Involuntarily, my body begins to tremble before it lands on the floor with a thud. I'm w

I'm dying. Apparently no humans get a pleasant death anymore si

me abruptly, as life's s

ut my veins. A relief from death that I never thought I

ing me painfully. "She wouldn't learn, so I decided to punish her, Master." The

l them, especially not today. You shall be

e. In a flash, darkness fades

miliar room that I wish to admire, but my blurry scenery hinders my desire. A throbb

ding, and my hearing ability is far from m

A pleasant, fruity smell fills my nostrils before a familiar, intoxicating, mascul

d because of a Bender before. "Now, I see why Mrs. Rogue wishes to get rid of you. You're

fuck does h

have I b

r humans' thoughts. "And in case you're wondering, you've been asleep for three days now. I was beginning to t

o is listen. I'd have given

cheek got patted, it all went horribly. Funnily enough, my memories a

st this long. Three day

And in this environment, I don't think I'm still at the

s he one o

in, inviting a trembling vo

want?!" Now the stra

r has a good reason, or they m

e Harlows, they are here." A manl

s impo

between the worlds must have been paved

ucas? The cold-hearted, sinister Lord? The most feared after the king himself? The one r

r why he hasn't tainted my

eir shoes as they go farther

les me sotto voce: "Lord Lucas h

at that. Her voice is weak. I wi

ace. I'm disturbed by how she looks like a bleeder surrounded by those b

, and the rumbling of water waves. By the way, I've evaluate

is saying, "order all water benders to freeze every broken under spaces. Earth bende

some footsteps rushing i

st be directed to the girl becaus

omething is wrong, and I'm

his man killing me? Just

sits back down. Now, he knows my n

ext period?" My insti

ou to a friend

fate just had to fuck me in the ass? My train of thought i