This had been the first solid sleep she had had in days, the guards had finally left her alone, and she was completely weak from not eating. In her dreams, she was still at home, cuddling her pillow and sleeping next to her window. She would be feeling the wind from the window against her face, the smell of lavender wafting from the field—<br/><br/><strong>”Wake up!” </strong>her eyes snap open and she sits up, rubbing her eyes a bit as she groans. Fixing her hair, she blinks a bit and looks up to see her soon-to-be Master.<strong> “Key? What key?”</strong>she asks, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the metal of the key still pressing against her sex.<br/><br/>Biting down into her lower lip, her fingers toy at each other and she kicks her feet for a second. It was obvious that he knew, and the only way they would be leaving is if she gave him the key.<strong>”Fine….”</strong>she murmurs, her hand lifting her tunic up as she tucks her other hand into her panties. She fishes out the key and holds it out for him, crossing her arms after he has taken it and huffing.<strong>”Just be careful with it. The last guy who tried to put it in the door…he…I think he’s dead…” </strong>she says, rolling her eyes a little bit. She didn’t know where this sass was coming from. She was never like this with her previous Master, but she was tired and hungry. It was too hard to be a sub when you were miserable.