Who: Ava King (closed narrative) When: Friday, June 26th (Backdated!) Where: Ava's Cell, 6pm. What: Ava reflecting on a week of solitude, of being purchased, and what's expected of her.
Ava had stopped crying days ago. It wasn't the solitude, but the finality of it all that had struck such a chord and knocked emotion to the side. She was property now, and not in a general sense that she was a simple prisoner. Someone, another person, had bought her. It was a callousness she did not know existed outside of the movies. She'd seen Eastern Promises - a movie that had detailed the horrible reality of modern slavery and all it's implications. She had no idea how real such things were until her own capture. And now, she'd been bought. Stripped naked after the the demonstration of her powers, she was completely exposed and checked over like a prized animal.
She could imagine a man being so callous, running his hands along her body to make sure she was everything he wanted. She could certainly imagine a man telling her it wasn't so bad because she hadn't been raped yet.
She never could have imagined a woman would do such a thing.
Really, she tried not to dwell on it, but her week long isolation had left her with little to do but think. Well, she could also read. Natalya had left her with books: Self Defense: A mindset, Courage: The art of defeating fear, and A Practical Guide to Self Defense. She'd fought the urge to read them initially, but what else did she have to do? She'd just finished the second book when a guard peeked in on her, a constant reminder that she was not being punished, but imprisoned.
Even that momentary interruption was enough to drag her mind back to the point of it all. Natalya didn't want a plaything. She didn't want a toy. She wanted a warrior, and Ava was certainly not one. She couldn't fathom why she was chosen, couldn't understand what potential the woman saw in her, but often she'd push thoughts of her own powers from her mind, ignoring the basic reality of who and what she was now: Strong, tough, and dangerous.
Her gaze snapped from the wall as the guard returned, this time far earlier than he had before. "C'mon kid... your owner's back. She wants to talk to you."
Ava could only nod and hang her head. Her owner. She was sure she'd never get used to hearing that.