Annabel

A soft tap landed on the door. Annabel silently wished it wasn't her Master, she wasn't ready to see him.

How long would she avoid the talk?.

She crawled closer and flung the door open.

" I was asked to give you this." Number 4 said and handed over a tray of food and pill to her. 

A part felt disappointed that it wasn't Alac but felt relieved that she wouldn't have to talk about it yet.

" Thank you. And Master?." She asked curiously.

" He stepped out." Number 4 replied and crawled away.

She closed the door behind her and placed the tray down. It was so thoughtful of her Master to have sent a tray up. She was starting to think she overreacted by staying up during breakfast time.

Her stomach rumbled more as she stared at the mouth watering pork soup, the sweet aroma making the worms in her stomach dance. She gulped it down hungrily ignoring the throbbing pain in her hand.