Seth's pov:

I walk up the long twisted hall. It went up and down every turn. A newcomer would get lost here but I'm not a newcomer. After 5 minutes I reached the door and knocked on it. I hear a 'come in' and open the door. The room is decently sized, a desk in the middle back, and bookshelves on the sides. I walk to the desk and the person behind the table looks up at me. "What can I do for you Seth?" He says in an annoying and sarcastic voice. "Sir, I was sent to get an innocent girl." He looks amused, "well what's her name?" "Ophelia" I say running out of patience, me and him don't get along all that well. He looks at a computer and types into it like he's serious but he isn't. "It says she is supposed to be here." "But Sir, she isn't even old enough to be here." He looks at me with this 'I don't care face and I'm not trying to hide it', "well I have no control over that now do I? You know this Seth. You can leave now." If he wasn't higher than power in me I would give him to the hell spawns I have to watch. I walk out of the room and walk back down the twisted uneven hallway. I work with a ton of heartless asses.

I get back to the room and lock the metal door. It's time to feed the hellspawns. I walk past Ophelia's cell because it's the first one and I see her just laying on the floor. I'll talk to her after feeding time. I turn back around to the door to grab the food. I don't know what it is. I open the door to the giant cart full of random things. I drag it to the other cells. I pick up buckets and put them in the cells and push the cart back outside.

I unlock the cell and open it. She doesn't move. I sit back down to the spot from before and lean on the pole.

I look at her. Her clothes are dirty and torn. Out of all the homeless people I had to take, none of their clothes were this bad. She has dirty skin and matted hair. She is malnourished. Poor girl, I'll have to take care of her while I figure out what to do.

I crawl over to her. I know humans get scared when they see something taller than them, or that doesn't look like them. I lay about 5 feet across from her. She looks at me and that fear returns back to her. I fold in my wings as much as I can. I try to look small. She just watches me and then looks away.

Maybe this will help. "Do you want to take a shower or want food?" She looks back at me, I can tell she does but she's scared. After a second she nods. I get up onto my knees, "Then follow me but make sure to stay close because this place isn't the safest." This place isn't that horrible but she doesn't need to get lost. She nods.

Ophelia's pov:

My mind won't leave me alone so I turn it off and just look at where the ground meets the wall. A little ant appeared and walked around. It left.

After a while I hear the door open. He must be back. I hear metal moving. Why is there metal? I stay still as well as I can. After a few minutes It's quiet again. The door opens and after a while I see him in front of me. I still can't see his face. Does he not have a face? And why is he there? Did I do something wrong? I look back to the ground. The ground looks really nice.

"Do you want to take a shower or want food?" It caught me so off guard. I look back at him. He's smiling, he has sharp, pointy teeth like a vampire. I want food, I haven't had food in 2 weeks. A shower would be nice, I don't know the last time I had a shower. What if it's a trap though? What if I get killed? But then I remember that I have no reason to live so I nod. He gets up and says that I have to stay close. I get up and follow him. The room on the other side of the poles is huge. I thought the one I was in was big but this one is 5 times bigger. This might be a cave. He walks to this giant metal door. This has to be the door I kept hearing, I don't see any other one. He pulls this latch like the ones on the back of a semi and the door opens.

On the other side of the door is more orangey red cave tunnels. It goes up and down, it splits to more halls. After a while of walking with twists and turns, a room appears. It's a kitchen. "What food do you want?" Maybe he's going to fatten me up before he kills me, maybe he will eat me.

Even if he doesn't, I don't know. I don't have favorites, I don't even know that many types of food. I think and think but I have nothing. "Bread?" He faces me and his smile disappears. Did I do something wrong? The fear comes back, I don't want to show I'm scared but it's not working. He turns around and walks around the kitchen, opening cabinets and whatnot. After a few seconds I hear him say, "You will have chili."