Axelle was annoyed with Kai, and refused to even look at him the first few seconds he stood over her. But when he took the bottle of liquor from her, she gazed up at his face. She watched as he took a big sip of the alcohol, ”How do you take someone’s slave and not know who they are?” She was sure that whosever possession this was, knew Kai very well. When he offered the bottle back to her, she snatched it from him and turned towards the girl on the table. Whatever else he said was in the back of her mind now as she knew as soon as she would make action, the slave would wake up. Or she should, unless she was already dead. Axelle stood over her and tipped the bottle of vodka over and poured a hefty amount of it on the girl’s injured, bloody chest.
It was only a couple of seconds that passed before Abella was awake and screaming. Her reaction to the searing pain of the alcohol touching her mangled chest was rewinding her arm, and punching Axelle in the face. Then she recoiled and watched with wide, scared eyes. The two-toned Marbas was still for a second before snarling and flipping the bottle over in her hand ready to knock her out again. What was left in the bottle leaked out over the female as Axelle hesitated, and then threw the glass to the other side of the room. CRASH! The bottle smashed against the wall and scattered about the floor in a million pieces. Axelle moved away from the female to pace farther away from her so that she didn’t wind up just killing her.
Abella sat up, but whimpered and eased toward the wall as she remembered and started feeling her wounds again. She spotted her contorted wrist, and snapped it back into place with a muffled scream to herself (she tried very hard to hold that one in). Then she looked wildly at Axelle, and then turned horrified as she recognized Kai. She looked around for something to defend herself and only found a jar of water on the table. She threatened the black wolf with it, ”Don’t come near me!” The water splashed out of the top of the jar. Her body was shaking in fear and anxiety from this new place she was in. Her eyes remained on Kai as she waved the jar in his direction like it would suddenly sprout a dagger if he even decided to sneeze in her direction.
Axelle stopped pacing. ”Who is your master?” She had calmed herself just enough to look at the coyote and hopefully hold a normal conversation with her. Axelle wasn’t too fond of slaves, and she refused treating them like slaves. ”…and what’s your name?” Axelle kept her distance from either of them. She was still pissed at Kai for what he had done, and now her, whoever she was, for what she had done, even though it was a weak punch .
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