Alex
It seems the slavers stopped arguing now, all I know is that they were telling but it was very muffled but I think that one of the slavers name's is Merida it sounds like a celtic name to me but I might have misheard the name, it wouldn't be a big surprise if I had with how muffled their conversation was through the wall.
On another note it seems me and Andrea will be leaving this place soon enough as it seems that today is our delivery date, I hope that our new 'owner' isn't too mean to us or makes us do anything too uncomfortable.
With the duke's daughter
"Daddy!" a piercing and blood curdling screech echoed through the desolate play mansion. Yes play mansion, an entire mansion used as this narsacists play house.
"Why haven't my new things arrived yet! I want to play dress up with them!" howled the conceited princess,
"They should be arriving before you're next snack time Pacifica dear." hummed, the ever patient and dotting father to the headache humanised Pacifica Drey, Howard Drey the duke
"FINE! BUT THEY BETTER BE HERE SOON!" huffed a vain Pacifica.
Alex
I just felt a chill go down my spine, I guess someone stepped on my grave... It feels weird saying that when it could actually be true.
Anyway I've got no time to waste thinking about these things I'm about to endure round 2 of the torture from the day that girl bought us.
After 10 minutes of torture I'm released, but only for a brief moment before I'm forced into a barred carriage whith a tacky exterior and bare interior. The outside was a pure black carriage with an appearance uncannily similar to a black taxi from memories of my past life however the inside wasn't nearly as impressive. It was dark inside as the curtains were drawn and the seats where we sat were made from a dead plank of wood which just screamed 'I'll stick your butt full of splinters, don't try me!' which simply 'delighted' me.