Mistress focusses on me. I sit up straighter, and look more emotionless. "Well Sapphire. Please do tell me about your pack of favorites," she snarls. I can almost see the poison dripping from her lips.

"Ma'am it simply means I have no favorite anything. Would you like me to define favorite?" I offer. She just stares at me, glaring daggers.

"So, you think your so special don't 'cha? I'm gonna tell you something you good for nothing, meaningless being." Mistress was inches from my face. "I am in charge here. If I find out you have a personality, I will rip that chip out of your neck and watch the life leave your eyes with joy. Also, guess what? I'll make Aimee do it."

That last sentence strickes a nerve. How in the world is she going to make Aimee do that?! A devilish grin spreads across Mistress's face. She openes her mouth, closes it, the slaps me. HARD! I almost cry out in pain.

Aukland busts through the door again. He takes one look at my cheek and tells her that I am being asked for. Mistress replies with,"Take the worthless Vole out of my sight."

Aukland walks me out casually with his hand on the small of my back. We walk out of the room with the door shutting. Click. Smart. I think An auto lock. "Am I really being asked for?"

"Yes, actually, the president would like to speak with you over the phone."

I stare in disbelief. "Really? Wha-how-why?"

He grina,"I may have l pulled some strings." I roll my eyes. It's so nice having another person to talk to. Someone besides Aimee. I lightly punch Aukland in the shoulder. "Hey, that's assaulting an officer," he jokes.

"Oh no! Please don't kill me!" I tease. "You know I could kick your butt."

"Yes maybe in your dreams. Actually, I bet you could. But look at these biceps." Aukland flexes. I can see the outline of his biceps through his uniform. It is actually kind of hot!

I pretend to swoon and faint. He laughs. Man, when he laughs it is so cute. His eyes halfway close and his dimples are exposed. He has perfectly straight, pearly, white teeth. Just looking at him gave me butterflies in my stomach.

Before long, we reach the sound proof room where we keep the phone for all of the calls from Mr. President. I look at Aukland with longing eyes. He smiles, "Do you want to ask me something?"

"Yes, I actually do. What do you know about me?" I ask thinking back to earlier in the room with him. Secretly hoping he knows about me, and also secretly.hoping he doesn't. I look up in anticipation. He is way taller than me.

"I know you are beautiful, intelligent, and talented. I know you are abused by your Mistress. I also know that you wish you could be out of here more than anything in the world," he states. "But most of all, I know that I love you."