Here I stand again, outside of his door. I knock not as softly as last time, but not annoyingly loud either.

He appears at the door with a smirk on his face.

"Good evening dear."

"As to you." I let out the shaky, hesitated response, I didn't want to get 'punished' again.

Like last time, he immediately shuts the door behind me.

"Sit." He orders harshly.

I sit in the chair at the head of the long table. He takes the seat next to me, watching me walking to his intense optics the whole time.

"You have rules that you must follow if you want to continue living."

I gulped and sat there, my optics on his.

"You will share these quarters with me. You are free from here when the light shines, but when it fades, you must be here."

I continue to watch him with an emotionless faceplate, allowing him to continue.

"You will not refuse any order I give you. When I start to train you in your job, you do not give me any slag about it, unless you want a punishment."

I kept a straight faceplate, even though I was freaking out on the inside.

"May I ask, um... what exactly is this job?" I ask as nicely as I can.

I know he already told me... but I needed to hear it once more. He smirks and harshly grabs my servo.

"You, my dear, will become a hunter with me." I feel my optics well up.

My faceplate freezes. I can hardly breathe. I am just starting to run the cold hard truth through my processor.

"Like, killing?" I ask barely above a whisper.

"Of course." He grasps my servo tighter.

I bite my derma to hold back a sob. He wanted me to kill. For reward. I couldn't kill, I knew that for a fact.

I guess he saw a stray energon tear drop from my optic because he said-

"Don't cry."

In a harsh, yet slightly comforting tone. He stands, gently grabbing my arms and pulling me up with him.

Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his mid section and bury my face into his chassis, trying to hold back tears.

I don't know why I was hugging him, maybe because I needed comfort. I didn't know how to deal with this...to kill. He wraps his arms around me.

"Don't cry." He says once more, but in a softer tone.

He rests his servo on the back of my helm and the other on my back.

"Come, you are tired. A recharge is needed."

I don't fight against him guiding me to his berthroom, and I guess I could call it my berthroom. Ours.

I lay down, covering my face with my servos, trying to hide my tears. He lays down next to me as I face away from him.

I think about the time when I was still free. What was I thinking when I walked forward? Why did I ever walk toward the flickering light?

Sleeping with the enemy... what will this lead to?

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-Avalanche