Verbal diarrhea. That really should be her new nickname. Jenna was sure, though, that once the newness of being a slave and what not wore off she wouldn't be so mile a minute. At his question about wanting to be a slave, she smiled and thought it through completely to figure out how to describe it.
"For as long as I can remember, me and my family have been on the run, moving from rebel camp to hiding spots. We've never been able to stay anywhere too long and form any real and lasting relationships and friendships. I was tired of running, especially running from something that I don't know a whole lot about." Picking up a warm chocolate chip cookie, she offered it to Lucien before helping herself to her own. As she continued to speak, she poured them both a small glass of milk.
"I've always been intrigued by the supernaturals and all of their abilities. The only way to learn everything I want to learn about them, I needed to get close. You're right. I did take a big chance in potentially being bought by a cruel master, but I guess I owe my thanks to you. As far as being subjected to their every whim and not having my own mind... Well my parents, as much as I love them, did a lot of thinking for me and my siblings. They told us when to move and where to go and how to act and who not to talk to. Sure, they never beat me or hurt me, but I see many similarities between my old life and my new life."
Chewing on her cookie, Jenna blushed deeply. She was glad that Emerson had gotten her too. She also didn't want him to be lonely either, but he didn't live at the mansion alone. His cousin and his slave were here and so was Gretchen. "How could he be lonely with you, Nate, and Gretchen here," she asked innocently.
Jenna nodded with a smile at his comments about marks and noises when he was alone with Nate. "Nate already warned me. Told him I'd play my music extra loud to drown out any noises... But why would there be screaming? Isn't that stuff supposed to feel good? I mean, why do you know if it hurts and makes you scream?"