"Forever ought to be pretty fucking short if I do, right? Isn't that the point?" Verity was always less in control the more angry she got. Her mouth just wouldn't stop. Sure, she was terrified but she couldn't just cower (well, verbally at least. She was fine in her corner as far away from the woman as possible.)
"Grateful!?" she started, her anger flaring again. When she was told not to interrupt her she kept her tongue until the woman was done. "Yeah sure that sounds fucking fantastic. Until you take into consideration that you seem to think I'm a slave! I have no freedom, no wand, and if you think that all slaves get used for is cooking and cleaning than you're fucking niave. I've been treated like a slave for a year already and thank fuck he did something to my memory because the shit I do remember is torture. And I'm not talking pain! Pain I can take!" The rage that she'd expressed in the journals when she snapped wasn't satisfying enough, screaming at this woman was better. It was better no matter what the consequences were.
Verity glared at her wand, imagining snatching it and using it to break free from the woman. She was weak though. Underfed. She wouldn't have quick enough reflexes. "No one is forcing you."