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He was surprised, she was not mad? This was odd, but never the less, he stood from the makeshift cot/bed. His stomach growling loudly, and his eyes wincing in pain. He did not let the pain go any farther then the twitch in his eye.
Following her to the kitchen, Tempest was able to see most of the new mansion he was going to be living in. He grasped all the images as he passed them by, storing them in a mental storage, just incase he was to kept in a dungeon and her treatment towards him would be fleeting, he kept all of what he saw so if he was placed in a cell of some sort, he would have something to reflect back on.
“Why did you buy me? I know you need labor… But what about me made you decide, that I, was the one you wanted?” his voice low and soft, though still very prominent.

He ignored her question, “What else? Is there no other reason? You fought awfully hard with that other mistress, you went to the verge of shooting her… There were plenty of other slaves, stronger and bigger, perfect for heavy lifting and following orders better then me… So, why me?!” His voice was staying in a calm maelstrom, but his intent was angering and persistent. This was something he asked his last mistress until the point she tried killing him.

“Is that all? Just a tool to you? Yet you did not even pick the best tool… You picked the one born with soft hands, one who was used to being pampered and was taught in the ways of the pen and word… I am no more a warrior then I am a royalty anymore…”
He stopped speaking when the microwave finished and his plate was handed to him, he grabbed the bread, he figured it would expand and fill his stomach more efficiently. The bread was devoured quickly and he looked at his mistress when the bread was gone and spoke, “May I have something to eat this with?” he signaled towards the plate of pasta, he would have gotten a fork himself, but he was the slave, and he did not know where they were.

“Although I long to be back with the dunes of my home, I do not want to return there… Never… She will be waiting for me if I do.” He grabbed the fork and started forking noodles. He was still very hungry, and his stomachs salvation was before him. He said nothing more until he finished his food… Even if she had spoken to him, he ignored her until he was done.

“No thank you… I would rather like to rest though, I know I am but a slave, and I have no right to ask you for anything… But It has been ages since I have been able to sleep on anything other then a floor and chains.” He spoke, no looking up from the plate which his food was on, he was still slightly hungry, but he did not want to be a glut, and what little he had would suffice.

“Yes Ma’am.” Is all he spoke, then he stood from where he was sitting and turned from the room, he left the plate on the table. He made his way back to the room in which they had been in before the kitchen. Laying upon a cot/bed, his eye lids sealed closed. Not until the morning came, did he wake, sleeping better then he had in a long while. Though he dreamed… Horrid dreams.
[Dream] Walking upon the dunes of his Persian home, he could see his mothers old palace in the distance, a sword strapped to his leg, he ran the dunes, closing in on the palace, his old home. The gates to the palace approached quickly at the speed he was going, and only then did he realize the mistake, “What are you doing back here!? Do you know the price to pay for running away slave?” A female voice rang out in his ears… His mothers voice.