Ophelia’s pov:

Chili is good. I look at the bowl with the chili. I can’t believe I’ve never had it before,  I missed out on so much. And the cornbread is good, I thought wheat bread from stores was good but this is better. I look back up to the man, “Can I have more?” He faces me and seems surprised but I can’t tell since his hair blocks most of his face. “You already had four bowls, you want another?” I nod and hand him the bowl. He takes it and walks over to the pot and fills the bowl. He then walks back to the table and hands me the bowl. “Thanks.” He nods.

He walks me back to the giant room. He unlocks the metal door and opens it. I walk into the room. Nothing changed but now I know how it looks from this angle. I look and I swear I see more metal poles. Are there more rooms? I try to walk over to it but then the man walks in front of me. “Where are you going?” I look up at him. “I d-don’t k-kn-ow.” He walks over to the cell and opens the door. I don’t want to go in there. I also don’t want to get hurt. I slowly walk over to the door and look at him. He won’t face me. I walk to the other side of the poles and he closes the door. He looks sad and locks the door. He also says something but I didn’t hear him. It’s so quiet in here and I still didn't hear him.

He walks over to the single table and sits there. I walk to the bars and see him. He is facing forward. What is he looking at?

Seth's pov:

I open the door and she walks in. She keeps walking, if she walks any more, she will see those hell spawns. I walk in front of her and ask, “what are you doing?” She looks scared. I didn’t mean to scare her, I just don’t want her to get torn apart and eaten alive. “I d-don’t k-kn-ow” she says. I walk over to the cell and open the door. She hesitates but walks over. She looks at me but I look away. I feel bad. She walks in and I lock the door. I don’t want to lock her in there but it’s for her own safety. “I’m sorry I failed you Ophelia” I say to myself and walk back over to the desk and sit down.

I stare down the creatures. None of this would have happened if I kept this job. I’m the only one that qualified for this job though. No one else that applied has the patience I have. What if I didn’t take this job? Then I simply wouldn’t have met Ophelia all those years ago. If anyone else had this job they would have killed her by now. My kind is selfish. Maybe it’s better that I have this job.

I wish there was a clock in here. This cave has no time. It would drive anyone else crazy, especially humans, they depend on time, they made it up and then got attached.

I look back over to her. I wonder what she’s thinking. This place is probably safer than where ever she was before. I wonder what happened since the last time I saw her. It must have been a lot.

What if I quit here? The people I work with are asses. I would be able to do what I wanted all those years ago. I missed out on so much. But then what else would I do? I’ve been here for so long that I don’t even remember the other jobs. Do they pay? Does it actually matter if they pay though? Maybe I just won’t get a job. Maybe I’ll retire early.

I get up and walk over to the cell. She looks at me for a quick second and then looks away. I wouldn’t have taken her that night if I recognized her, or if I had a choice.

I unlock the cell. I forgot why I came over here, I try to remember but I can’t. What should I do? She is sitting there staring at me. I walk into the cell and close the door. “What hobbies do you have?” She looks at me confused as hell. I don’t know why I asked either. “Sleeping?” That’s not a hobby. “What do you want to do?” She thinks and comes up with an answer. She doesn’t answer though. She’s probably scared. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you” I tell her as I sit down against the pole. “I want to leave here” she mumbles and looks at me. “I’m trying to get you out of here” I tell her. She would be out of here right now if that ass wasn’t such a, well, ass.

Maybe I’ll sneak her out. I will most likely be killed but at least she will be free again. But then how will she get back to Earth? She’s just a mere human. “What would you do if you got out of here?” “I don’t know..” “Would you want to live with me?” She looks at me, “you have a house?” I nod, “a big one.” Excitement shines in her eyes, “yEs.”  “Alright, I’ll be back” I get up and walk out of the cell, I lock the door. I look at her and the bars, she could probably fit through them if she really tried. I walk out of the room and down the halls.

Ophelia’s pov:

My voice cracked when I said yes but I’M GETTING OUT OF HERE!!! I’m so excited I’m shaking. I’m also going to live in a house. It’s the man’s house but it’s still a house. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house before. I lay on my back, fold my legs against me and roll side to side. What is it going to be like? A house. It sounds amazing. I won’t have to leave the street every time something happens. I want to cry. This is amazing. The man doesn’t seem mean either. He is the nicest man I have ever met.

What if this is all a trap? Maybe he is just nice as an act. Maybe he is like all the other men. They lied to me too, saying that it wasn’t going to hurt and that they’re good people. It’s all lies.

Well if this is a trap at least I’ll die in a house, a big house, which actually doesn’t sound that bad.