[center][b]"Pervert.."[/b] Freya mumbled under her breath. She scrunched up her nose in disgust. [b]"Master?"[/b] She said with a halfhearted laugh. [b]"If only you give me something in return. Like, how about freeing me out of here? We can make a little deal. Of course if you're that desperate. I guess I can do you a small favor.I mean, I get it. Totally. Who wouldn't want to be called master by someone as glorious as me?"[/b] Freya felt a drop of sweat escape, traveling down her forehead. That very drop of sweat was exactly like her; trying to run away as fast as possible. Freya wanted to run away as fast as she can. She wanted to leave. Flee the wretched place. She closed her eyes, mentally blocking the perverted man's gaze. She closed them tightly, remembering how she left her room in shambles. Piles of dirty clothes stuffed in a corner. She also remembered her mother. Oh, her sweet sweet mother. Waking up in the morning, trying her best to make pancakes when it just came out ugly. [i]Hah.[/i]

[b]"And I still really don't understand how you're calling me you slave while you're the one in the cage. For all I care you can rot in there until you die."[/b] Carter repeated.
 Well, it seemed like it for Freya. As if he repeated that statement over and over again. Freya opened her eyes and sighed, [b]"Carte...Master Carter. Can you release me from this cage? I'm already tried from arguing with you about this slave thing. Although I still believe you're my slave."[/b][/center]