Interrogations

Opening the prison door, a short smile slithered across Olivera's lips, brightening her facial features which had been subjected to inconsistent emotions intermittently since the night had begun. Jeremy was awake. He was sitting down, his knees up, a balance platform for his hands which were dancing on each other; and he was smiling up at her.

He had been waiting for her, and it pleased her no small deal.

"Olivera…" He called, standing up from the ground more quickly than she would have thought. Shouldn't he be tired from the day's work? Although she had been absent from the fields; the pack doctor had given her an earful on the workings of the entire slave klatch. Her soul had reached out to Jeremy even then. That had been the the second reason why she had stocked the food in the bag for him(the first been that he was her best friend); to replenish his strength for the next batch of work tomorrow.

She watched as he paused in his movements. She had braced herself for a hug already.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she discovered that he was looking right behind her.

Of course, Leonard.

Was he still behind her?

The man could be as stubborn as a mule some times.

But she knew she wasn't going to cave in. He must eat the food.

"Olivera…" Leonard was saying, but Olivera was having none of it.

Rather, she quickly took some more steps into her cell, and with the same speed, shut the door to his face.

"You do know I'm with the key right?" He asked, and she soughed.

Of course. The knowledge had dawned on her when she had tried bolting the door from the inside, but sadly it couldn't; there was no bolt.

So technically, he could still open the door if he wanted to.

And for that, she decided to plead with him to take the food.

What insolence! She screamed in her mind, as she heard him chuckle thereafter. Shouldn't he had taken the food in all humility, head bowed, and left the place already? Why was he so keen on staying here and making some more fuss, when minutes earlier he had been so grumpy towards her like he hadn't been able to bear her presence?

"Don't worry though. I'm disappearing from your hair right now. Have a good night rest, and don't think much about tomorrow." He stated, before locking their cell and striding away.

Don't think much about tomorrow?

Olivera raised her eyebrows as she ruminated on the phrase she was hearing for the second time now, her ears sharp enough, well at least good enough for a human's hearing range, to pick up Leonard's footsteps which were receding. He must be getting to the entrance door now. She unconsciously thought, whilst wondering if her taskmistress and Francis would come around the cell. She didn't think so. Leonard had sounded the warning clearly. She shouldn't be feeling this, but she was grateful that the Alpha was coming for her tomorrow. For it gave her the chills even speculating alone, the punishments and brutal abuse that the two unfriendly taskmasters had prepositioned for her, before Leonard's announcement.

But he must be just blabbering if he thought that she wouldn't think much, so much about tomorrow.

Which girl wouldn't?

"What are you thinking about? It seems you are close to him. What happened the hours where you were taken from me? And what about tomorrow?" Jeremy asked, prompting another wide smile from Olivera's lips.

She turned around and whisked him into a hug.

"Like seriously? Aren't you supposed to greet me properly first?" She asked, teasing him, noticing the blatant frown on his face. Was he jealous already? She thought, as she slightly disengaged from the hug and stared up at him with a pout. Well, there was no cause for that. He was already an irreplaceable equation in her life. She didn't think she would ever be blessed with another best friend like him. So, there was no cause for alarm. But she didn't tell me that. Actually, she planned to tease him with it.

"You're welcome, milady." Jeremy murmured, wishing that Olivera would get to the real gist already. He had recognized the man obviously, but he hadn't been expecting their camaderie. It had been a shock.

As he extricated himself properly from the hug, his eyebrows furrowed as he caught wind of the bag that was in her hand.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing at the black bag.

"Food." Olivera stated simply, walking pass him to take a seat at the far corner of the room. She exhaled deeply as her buttocks graced the cold cemented floor.

"Food?? How did you get an extra serving? Were you among the cooks?" Jeremy asked, following the same path. He sat down close to her on the floor, his eyes besotted with queries.

Cooks? Olivera almost laughed out loud, but held it all in for the sake of sheer gracileness. After all, he didn't have an iota of how eventful her day was.

"No, to both questions. I didn't actually work in the female fields." She announced, taking note of the shade of confusion that masked his face the next second.

"Where did you work then?" He asked, as he watched her empty meticulously, the contents of the bag.

She hadn't been kidding around when she had mentioned food. He thought, taking in the variety of proper dishes sealed in plastic see-through plates.

Not that his lunch had been improper, but damn!, he had no inkling of what it was though it had tasted a bit nice. But this was different. He could see casserole already.

Had she worked in the Alpha's domain?

He believed so, and blessed the goddess for it. He preferred her to work in the kitchens over there, than to labor in the surrounding houses; even though he was unsettled by the thought of it. And there was the fact that something might have happened already. Hadn't the man demanded that she shouldn't think much about tomorrow, but sleep well?

Something must have happened. His curiosity was fast over taking his hunger in the race of attention.(for the lunch had been the only food he had taken that day)

"No, I don't." Olivera answered, after finally emptying the bag of its contents.

"I worked with the Pack's doctor."