Amora knelt on the floor, scrubbing at it with all her might. Water dripped off her hair and from her eyes as she tried to clean. Such a rude awakening she had received from Veronika, not a half hour prior.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The sound of running water confused the drowsy human until she realized the water was being poured directly on her head. She let out a shriek, sitting up quickly as a small scrub brush landed on her soaking lap. "Whoops! I didn't see you there! Master wanted me to show you how to clean his room, but I assume you might already know how. Hm?" The woman stared down with a smile on her face, except this was no hollow smile. Beneath it was suffering, torment, agony for the little human girl before her, and Amora could see that as plain as day. She might have been innocent, like a child, but she was no fool. <br/><br/>She gave a little nod, shivering slightly. The demoness grinned further, "Alright, he wants this room to look like a mirror once you get done, oh, and bring the blankets and bedding to the cleaning room. Make sure to make everything neat!"</span>After that, Veronika left to do heaven knows what, leaving the poor child to clean by herself. Cold, wet, plus the water reeked, the human didn't know what to do.<br/><br/>"I can't stay here." she murmured, letting go of the rough brush, allowing it to drop into the pail. Between Veronika's cruelty and Naeth's eagerness to keep her there, she knew she might die from neglect and misery. Up from her knees she stood, the silken kimono shimmering with wetness as she walked over to the picture window and stared at the lake below.<br/><br/>She would survive without her name.<span style="font-style: italic">"Ah... ahm... amore... Amora!"</span>She smiled slightly as she remembered her name, but she knew it was only a matter of time before it left her forever. Her eyes caught on the blankets she slept in last night, still somewhat wet. She hadn't taken them down to be cleaned, but she knew they would be of use to her. Grabbing two corners of different comforters, she began to knot them together, hoping, praying they would hold firm under her weight.<br/><br/>Down the side of the wall she shimmied, her eyes braced shut as she clambered down. "Don't look down, don't look down!" she whispered, opening an eye to check if anyone was nearby. Thank the gods there were no guards where she dropped onto the ground with a small thud. Amora breathed lightly, and ran on quick and light feet towards the woods. How could they find her in there, she wondered.