Honey was in her cell.... It was a little small, but that did not bother her much... She was in truth.... Outraged to be here again.... When her previous master had abandoned her, she had taken the liberty to run for her freedom... But no... Her foolish acts caused her to be caught by slave catchers and though she put up a good fight, she ended up in this godforsaken hellhole. She heard footsteps of another who came to look at her.... And she peered at him through her burnt golden locks.... And couldn't help but snicker lightly.... Her fate had been sealed to become once again a slave... To be at someone's beck and call like cattle..... She listened half heartedly at the conversation between a potential master and the mistress of the auction block... She cared not for their names.... Only concerned about her plight as she tried to plot a way out of her predictament....

 

Yet.... at the words of the mistress, Honey would lift her head sharply.... Her brown eyes flashed blue for a moment, and she quickly got up from the corner she was sitting at, wrapping a sheet that threatened to fall off her petite form, yet she made no move to gather it up higher... She went to towards the few steps of the cage, her hands clasping the iron bars and she spat out, "No.... Take me all you want... Use me if you wish... Hell... Abandoned me then..... I do not care... But I refuse to be soul binded.... " Her almond shaped eyes glittered dangerously.... How can one chose something for her? Did they not ask... Sure... She did not ask to be a slave... But a soul binding was something one should consider very carefully. Her voice rose a notch, looking at the mistress, shaking her head and said, "You can't do this! I should be given a choice... " Honey wasn't sure... if she would even been given a choice in the matter... A slave afterall.... Did not have such liberties or priveledges... But who's to say she can't try? Yet what she would say next,  her tone would drip with much sarcasm, as she continued through gritted teeth... Mocking almost, "You are disillusional, mistress.... I am no sweet creature!" She turned her head towards the potential master, in silent challenge..... Almost in a dare..... After her so called unsweeten disposition.... She figured he wouldn't want her after all..... Most.... were.... let's just say... uncomfortable with such disobedience....