Zoya felt her blood starting to boil at the nonsense story Heath was telling his wife. She was very close of letting the ham fall on the ground or slam Heath on the head with it and use Elvra as a hostage to get her freedom back. In stead she didn’t and grinded her teeth as she listened to what he said. Zoya had never prepared any dinner in her life and after she shoved the ham in the oven she moved close to Heath.<br/><br/>“One day I’ll get out of here and I just might spare you. Not because I like you, but because I pity the misses,” she hissed softly in his ear.<br/>“You have to set the oven yourself Heath, I have no idea how those things work.”<br/>Then she moved back to the living block and started lighting the fireplace.<br/>