The next day, bright and early that morning, Hera came in with food as promised. The lady was still dressed in black but had a different mask on that leered back at her. The lady wasn’t too happy with the fact that she had to be responsible for the prisoner. And it showed in the tone of her voice and her body movements. “Time to eat, bitch.” She kicked the side of the bed. When that didn’t work Hera grabbed Mary’s hair and pulled her out of the bed and onto the floor.
“What the hell!” Mary shouted out of instinct, not realizing that could set the crazed lady off at a moments notice.
“Get your a*s in the chair it’s time to eat!” She demanded. Mary slowly got to her feet, she went to sit down but before she could, Hera shoved her down onto the chair. She then shoved the tray of food into M
