I'd watched the two interact and it wasn't hard to miss the subtle signs I'd grown used to watching for. The way she averted her eyes to me was a red flag and told me all I needed to know about the girl. I rolled my eyes when he tugged the collar and fell into step behind him hoping there wouldn't be anymore surprises along the way.<br/><br/>"You trained her." I said not waiting for a reply "I hope you don't expect me to be like her." I said a tone that told clearly how little respect I held for the girl.<br/><br/>It was weird to think about knowing I'd either end up like her as in trained or keep fighting till they break me so completely there's nothing left. Either way I lost but I was determined to try to beat them at their own game to find a 3rd option. I wanted a real choice not like the fake ones Goodfellow gave me but a really one I wanted normal. I wanted to be able to walk away. More then anything I longed for the life I'd only tasted but never got to really enjoy. I clung to my child hood and told myself that life was what I was suppose to have, what I deserved, even if no one else seemed to agree.<br/><br/>The other girls in the house, they started out like me so full of fire, hate and rebellion. But it was like watching a fire go out. Slowly they'd bend just a bit then a bit more, then they were doing anything he asked. It was just a matter of time. Each girl started out as my friend then slowly became his slave and I was left alone again and I hated them for it. I hated those girls and what they let themselves become.<br/><br/>The thoughts and memories swirled in my mind and I lifted my chin "I'll never be like her." I said sounding completely confidant and unbending.