Harley Cordell

“Would’ve been a strange family photo if it was,” he said. Max didn’t know where his loved ones were anymore. Too much time had passed since he had seen them, they likely thought he was dead. In a way he was. The idea of poems made his eyebrow quirk. He wasn’t much of a reader, or very smart, he only knew one thing. “What would you have to write about?” the vampire asked, curious to what a slave could want to write about. 

He laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose so. Still a bit of a shit deal. Glad I can do something to make it a little easier.” Not that he was doing much at all.

“I guess . It would also be weird to write poetry on the back of a family photo,” He joked slightly. He’d go for maybe a notebook, but hadn’t really thought of asking someone for one. “Huh?” He tilted his head, a little confused. “What do you mean, what would I have to write about?” Harley laughed. “What, do you think I didn’t have a life or experiences before being dropped here? Kind of a silly question, I’ve got plenty of things to write about.”

Max held the picture out between two fingers, glancing at the underside where he could see some writing on the back. The picture depicted some fun event, almost like a generic one from a photo frame. As the slave reached through, he handed it over without thought. Most slaves didn’t have much in their cells soe he wasn’t going to deprive someone of something. “Guess that’s not your loved ones in the picture then?” he asked, resting his hand against the bars. 

Chuckling softly, he nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s what they’re aiming for. It wouldn’t be much of a cell if you could squeeze out the bars.” It sucked for the slaves and while he was sympathetic, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

“Oh no, definitely not. Just a random photo,” He replied. Harley chuckled at the thought of having loved ones. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone cared about him beyond a quick fuck, so it was fitting that he had ended up in a place like this. “I was more concerned about the little poems I was having fun writing on the back,” 

“Right, that’s fair,” He said. Maybe fair wasn’t the right word, but still. “Good thing you were here to grab it for me,”

“I’ll let you off the hook this time.” The demon brows ticked up at the question, “Depends on what you have to offer in return.”

“I have plenty to offer,” He started, looking the other man up and down. “Like my mouth, for starters,”

Luke was still looking confused, the boy shaking his head a little. The confusion was helping melt away the anger, the chimera getting a little curious. “Is that, like, important or something?”

“Mm-hmm. Familiar, but I don’t really know what the difference would be. Or if I could even remember how to shift, but I used to be able to shift into a big cat. Honestly it makes sense with how much i like to lay in the sun,” she admitted with a grin. “It’s too bad they don’t let me do it. I bet it’d be nice, even if it was just for a bit.”

“Fuckin whatever…” Luke growled back at the other, pulling his knees up to his chest as he just glared out at the other slaves, hoping the other would leave him alone like all the others soon.The other saying he was a Leo made the chimera look back at the other, confusion dancing in his amber eyes. “The fuck is that supose to mean?”

“Cause I know it aint fuckin true, so either ya fuckin are tryin to fuckin butter me up for some fuckin reason or ya just delusional.” Luke snarled at the other. “Sounds like ya too busy bein someone’s cock sleave to even notice.” The chimera scoffed. “Go fuckin pester someone else.”

“It does. Sometimes I wish we could have a say in the matter,” she admitted, thinking on the masters and mistresses whose company she enjoyed. Acacia sighed and shook her head. “Maybe even nice enough to give me a little bit of my abilities back. Even if I don’t remember how, I’d like to be able to try and shift,” she whispered to the other. Talk like that could be seen as dangerous, and she’d hate to get Harley in trouble.

Harley hadn’t thought too much about his abilities-- he guessed he didn’t really miss them too much, or rather, there wasn’t much use to them in a place like this. As a Siren, his powers were meant to seduce. Not much of that needed when you’re basically a sex slave. “So you’re a shapeshifter?” He asked. 

Acacia nodded in agreement. “And it gets lonely, too,” she added with a sigh. “It’s too bad we can’t get more time outside, not just out of our cells. It would be so nice to just lay in the sun for a while. Especially since it’s not like we’re doing anything but waiting.

“Agreed. I’m gonna be honest, being claimed by someone decent sounds a lot more appealing than hanging around this dump all day.” Harley sighed. He got so bored waiting around constantly, and there had been a significant lack of interesting events lately. 

“Yes!” Luke snapped at the other. “Its fuckin weird!” Even back home Luke didnt get compliments like that, so of course he reacted with suspicion and anger towards something harmless and even kind. “Everyone is a fuckin threat here. Slaves jump each other and rat on each other all the time!!”

“How the fuck should I know.” Luke huffed, leaving welts in his arm as he dragged his nails down the skin as he seemed to stare off into space. “Even masters dont talk like that to fuckin people so sorry I’m fuckin defensive.” The boy grumbled. “Always fuckin free to walk away, no one is stoppin ya.”

“Fuckin nice doesnt exist here.”Luke snapped, brow furrowed as his gaze cut into the other. “The only fuckin reason people are nice round here is cause they want somethin and I cant fuckin get anything for ya so ya barkin up the wrong tree if ya want me to do anythin for ya.” Luke rubbed his arm roughly, dragging his nails down the skin.

Acacia nodded in agreement. “And it gets lonely, too,” she added with a sigh. “It’s too bad we can’t get more time outside, not just out of our cells. It would be so nice to just lay in the sun for a while. Especially since it’s not like we’re doing anything but waiting.

“I agree,” Harley said. “I miss my freedom. Just being able to walk around outside whenever I feel like it,” He mused. “But at least we have times like these, where we can see each other and have some time for ourselves,”

celine turned to face him a little more before nodding. “yeah… i really like my master. he treats me really well. he is very protective of me too.” she smiled as she thought about him.

“Yeah?” Harley nodded. “What’s his name? Tell me more about him,” He insisted, interested in how things were going for her. Especially since she seemed happy and if that was a possibility for him, too, he would like to have an example of how that could happen. 

Sure…compliment. The last few that complimented him turned out to be fucking snakes. The boy tensed up when the other offered a hand, the chimera not needing to be in his beastly form to show his hackles were raised. “Does it fuckin matter?” he asked, amber eyes flicking up to look at the other with a harsh glare.