K: Good. Kinu, where are you from? What's your story? *Sits on the grass for the first time in a decade*
Well.. I... My real parets died in a car crash i'm told, and my foster parents were strict, always, well hitting yelling, but i never told anyone. I call myself kinu cus that everything i can remember of my name and well i've been here 2 of the 3 years after the crash... Though it's not only the kidnappers who.... Did things to me... There were others... Yeah.. And you?
K: I don't know... For as long as I can remember I've been used as a slave in every way. Every way... *His expression doesn't change, it just looks blank*
I sigh "My parents died when I was 12..." and I lay down on the branch that I was sitting on and I look at the sku
Oh my!!! I'm sorry!!! I'm so so sorry!!! Never meant to remind... Sorry!!! *i bite my lip again and look down*
K: I was... Taken when I was... I think 6, just scooped right off the street... I don't have any idea how. And I was abused. Physically, mentally, sexually... They didn't care, so long as I did as they wanted...
Uh... I guess well since I was 7 I learned from a few teenagers how to steal and not get caught and how to pick locks. I can pick any lock finally when i was 11 I decided to try to get a job. I was taken as a maid there I cleaned, was tourtured, and other things I don't want to share. Then when walking from school to the mansion I maided at a man called me princess in disguise and dragged me to a room
Ah... Well, don't you think they're still after us? *i suddently drop down on the gras and turn over to lie on my stomach*