I sat in the cold cage tiredly. my stomach ached with hunger, i was sitting in my own phesies, and I had been officially today eight months pregant. Colon hadn't come to give me lunch or force me to do anything this week. I leaned my head on the bar of the cage and dew my legs close to my chin...or as close as they'd come. I closed m eyes and dreamed of being home with Bran Misty was slaying on the floor with Madrian. i was rocking the baby and Bryan was decorating a Christmas tree. It all seemed pefect a fire dancing in the fire place and the aroma of evergreen and sugar cookies. It seemed so pleasent. tears slid down my dirty cheeks i might never see my beautiful daughter and husband again, nor my horses and dog.
A cold gust of wind came screening through the door. I looked over. "hungry?" It was a woman this afternoon. She looked like a homeless begger. "Thanks," i took he tray. "Now dearie Master wanted me to clean your cage, I'm doing that ya hear?" he voice was strined britsh and she was awfully friendly. "Me names is Henriettia Meass, I work fa your husbund I does now," she she said. "He isn't my husband," i said through a mouthfull of food. She wapped me witha warmed balnket, my body. I shivered but it felt so good.
"Well i'll leave you to meass,'" she curtsied and walked away leaving me in my cage with food and a blanket. 'Bryan where are you?' I wishipered.
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