Ginette Pendry – Already on the job before it’s started!
Ginette just listened and nodded, placing her belongings down by a seat for the moment. She would investigate the rooms (with the exception of the master bedroom, of course) later. She appeared to try to shake off her initial awkwardness with a confident reply. “Not a problem,”
she responded. “I’ll look after them...And I’ll be sure to call you if I need to.”
As Nervo and Scotty left, the blonde haired girl turned to look around at the hybrids, giving a friendly smile to any of them who would acknowledge her. Seeing Namid sitting by herself and looking uncomfortable, Ginette carefully approached her, keeping at a distance that wasn’t too far away to appear unfriendly, but not too close so as to not invade Namid’s space. “‘Namid’...isn’t it? Are you okay?”
she asked her gently.
Ginette knew it was important to take things slowly and carefully with hybrids, particularly as they all had different temperaments and histories. Most of the hybrids that had come to her own home in the past had been ones that were at least partly willing to put their trust in a human. They had to, to have approached her family in the first place. But even with many of them
, Ginette had still had to gain their trust before she could help them. She understood that only too well. So she decided to take things gently with Namid to gauge how she would respond. She also kept herself aware and responsive to what the other two hybrids were up to, in case either of them wished to approach her. Matilda Brooks – Warehouse 32 – Darken my daytime, and torture my night...
The little cat hybrid was shaking. She was shaking so much. She hadn’t stopped since the treatment she and Kala had received last night. Matilda was doing all she could not to fall apart, as they arrived at their destination and bundled out of the car and through the back entrance of the Warehouse. Although she was able to stand, she was still unable to walk well on her injured leg, so she was carried in by one of Lune’s associates who were bringing them here. She didn’t attempt to fight or struggle. Almost all of her strength had been knocked out of her.
Lune hadn’t taken kindly to her and Kala’s escape attempt. Not kindly at all. Although, considering Lune had told her that she would die
if she attempted to run again...it could be said that they had both gotten off very lightly. If you could call a night’s worth of torture that. Perhaps the only reason the pair of them were still alive, was because Lune still saw the potential to make money from them, even though he clearly no longer thought they were worth his time. Two young, unspoilt female hybrids, could still sell very well...even despite Kala’s unfortunate appearance and Matilda’s completely untrained nature.
So he didn’t harm them. At least...he didn’t do any permanent damage, things that would lessen their value. But that night had been the longest night Matilda had ever experienced in her life. Bound and strung from the ceiling by her arms, still with the shackles on her wrists cutting into her wrists – and an added gag after one of Lune’s men had gotten a bit too close to her sharp teeth – Matilda had little opportunity to fight back or run. Neither did Kala, for that matter, who had been strung up in a similar manner.
Matilda shut her eyes and shuddered at the memory. She never wanted to be reminded again of what Lune had done to them that night. Needless to say, it had been horrific. The new assorted bruises, wounds and even burns she now had all over her body told the story themselves. However, that didn’t even begin to describe what Matilda had been through that night. Both emotionally and mentally.
Lune had made her believe she and Kala were going to die there. She hadn’t expected to live to see the sun rise. And the way he had spoken to them both, and enjoyed all their suffering, the way he had tasted her tears and licked at her blood, as if deciding when she was ready to be eaten alive yet... It felt like an eternity before the morning arrived. Every second had felt like a lifetime. Every intake of breath had felt like her last. Every slow cut and every strike against her fragile body felt like her nerves had been set on fire.
She had been so scared.
And even now, she couldn’t stop shaking. She and Kala hadn't eaten, drank or slept since their stay with Red the previous day, and added to this the unimaginable torment of that night’s events at hands of Lune, Matilda was in a poor state. She didn’t seem to be her usual self at all, and although she remained in the mind set of someone who was going to fight and escape, not all of Matilda’s injuries sustained from Lune’s torture were physical. The Matilda being sold on from Lune was a very different Matilda to the one Lune had first acquired. Her spirit wasn’t broken completely, but she was certainly damaged.
Yet somehow, she managed to find the strength to keep herself from breaking down, and put on a brave face for this auction. If only because if they didn’t sell, Lune would kill them
. At least, that was the impression he had given.
So Matilda was on her best behaviour, keeping silent and obedient, and doing her best to pretend to be fine. Her restraints had been taken off, and her injuries had been cleaned and covered up with make-up and clean, presentable clothing. However, any dressing she had on her wounds was limited and hidden under her clothes, just there to stop the bleeding for an hour or two while they were sold on to another owner. She gritted her teeth and tried her best not to look in pain, as she really was. But her trembling body betrayed all her efforts to keep calm and act healthy and normal. Inside, she was a mess. She was terrified. She never used to be this scared. This wasn’t the first time she had been sold on. She should have been used to this. But this time felt different than the time she had been sold on to Red. This time, she
As they walked (or in her case, were carried) in ready for the auction to begin, Matilda had little hope for the future. Very little hope at all.