~Astrid~<br/><br/>I cringed at the volume at which Rogers spoke to the crowd. Under my breath I mouthed along with her as she counted down unable to help myself, smirking as I did so. I listened with very little interest as she talked having already heard most of it before only really taking interest when she mentioned Charolotte attacking the guy, to myself I smiled impressed with the timid girl.<br/><br/>The guard handed Rogers a wipe and I stiffened on the end of the leash my back flushing with heat. I hated whips, it was the worst thing 'owner' had ever used and had left the only scars on my body. I could feel phantom pains along my lower back where the scars where, thankfully I was pale enough they didn't stand out. You could tell I had them when you were looking for them or touching my lower back. The memory alive in my mind my eyes narrowed. Today wasn't going to be a good day I could just feel it.