I walked downstairs silently, making no noise and keeping myself aware of my surroundings and that's when I saw a glimpse of Williams, sitting outside the cell with Madame Noella inside. He was feeding her the food, he has prepared, with his own hands, what a sight. My brain stopped working for a moment, this sight was something I must be dreaming about. There was no way this worker would think it was okay to feed this evil woman with his own hands when she has killed our people with her own hands.
"Is he taking slaves to his room yet?" She asked Williams, who had this love in his eyes that I can't explain. How can this man love this woman who hated his people for such a long time, how can he believe her?
"Not yet, but he most probably will take that girl, Shanice." My stomach twisted at
