Tethar

He moved from his chair to take her hand in his and place a kiss to the back of it. ❝Of course, how could i have forgotten about you my sweet?❞

He grunted, grasping the cloak around his shoulders and giving it a tug, tossing the filthy garment to her. “Cover up,” he ordered. “So you’ve met my brother then? Great guy.” His words dripped with sarcasm and he rolled his eyes ever so slightly. It had all made sense now where her scars and bruises had come from. Her next comment had made his brows furrow and he ran a gloved hand over his cheeks. “Years tear away at a man’s face, girl.”

She pulled the cloak around her to cover her body. “I have met him, he’s been one of my clients a few times.” she said, with a tiny frown. “He isn’t one of the ones that pay well.” she said, pulling the cloak shut under her arms, so that it draped like a dress from her armpits down to her ankles. “And he hurts, god, he hurts.” she forced out a little laugh to try to cover the thoughts. 

“That’s horrible…” Malcolm never could hear such stories without revulsion by brutality of this world. But suddenly he got an idea “How much does it cost to buy freedom?”

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

"Honey, you look tired. Go sleep."

"So I was driving past a pet store the other day and couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home."

"I want to move in with you."

"I think we should go house hunting. Buy a big family home on the beach or something."

"What do you think about children?"

"Our son/daughter got sent to the principals office today."

"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"

"You look like you could use a massage."

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water."

"I may have broken the dish washer."

"There's a spider in the shower!"

"I think I might be pregnant."

"I want to try for a baby."

"I want to adopt a child."

"You would make the perfect father/mother."

"Think about it. The little patter of children in our home."

"I want to marry you."

"What do you think about this color wall for our room?"

"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"

"Did you eat all my oreos?"

"We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."

"I've got a romantic surprise for you."

"Let's just stay in bed."

"Get back into bed."

"Can you call in sick today?"

"I just want to lie here all day with you."

"Oh, there's no need to put a shirt on."

"I'm sick of doing all the chores!"

"We can't afford this!"

So I’m gonna like… not do replies n stuff right now

“You- girl- in the pink, get over here, you’re being sold off planet.” 

The practice was illegal, but still commonplace. Horror stories were told about things that happened to slaves off planet, usually to scare those who were there into staying and not trying to run away, yet it struck more than usual fear into those who were traded off of the planet. For a seventeen year old, Tethar was mature, and responcible, and it took a great deal to shake her, yet this was enough to have her trembling, her bare feet sliding along the floor as she scurried over to where a large brute of a slaver grabbed her by her shaking, gooseflesh arm, and hauled her into an empty room, and soon joined by a rigid looking woman.