Chapter 12.

Allyssa's POV.

I rush off, eager to make it to the slave quarters, my stomach growls and I take deep breaths to calm myself, pangs of hunger rattle my bones and fatigue seeps into my system, making me drowsy. I need to eat, so I move my legs faster, at least when I get to the slave quarters, I'll have a bite, as measly as it might be, it is still something.

I stop in my tracks when I see a familiar face, it's Belinda, she looks elegant wearing a red dress with spaghetti straps and a sequined pattern embroidered from the breast to the waist, a gold coloured high heeled shoe adorns her ankles and foot and I immediately feel self-conscious, my clothes are wrinkled and dirty from work and my flats are at the point of depletion.

She walks towards me with a menacing smirk that makes me ball my hands into fists, her elegance does nothing to hide the evil in her eyes as she smirks at me, I am tempted to give her a very unfriendly sneer in return, but that would only serve to make whatever pun