Chapter 6: The Cellmate.

He stood next to the window, gazing at the small empire he had built for himself. In his hand,a wine glass, filled with what should have been wine but instead, it held human fuel. He turned his gaze to the left of his office,a male stood there. His dark green eyes, burned brightly in the dimly lit room. Hie posture was relaxed but he was sharply alert.

"What's the update?" He wondered, his deep voice bumming thunderously in the room. Not many could stand before this monstrosity of man without cowering in fear, except for the three. The best of his prodigies and the man standing with him was the third. The first and second, were out on a mission.

The green eyed guy looked at him coolly before answering.

"The mission was a success, they will be returning tomorrow." He announced, his voice calm and collected. Not betraying any emotion.

"As expected." The boss concluded before dismissing his prodigy. A cold smirk formed on his ever serious visage.

Finally, everything is falling in place. Soon, everyone will bow in fear for my power.

The sky was still dark and cold but a new morning approached. A morning promising new possibilities, hope for a better future, for a better today but for Devon, it only held more confusion and anguish.

Her brain buzzed and she was awake. She slowly opened her eyes looking at the hell hole she was still in. She sighed in exasperation. It was 3:00am and she was sure of it. It was the time she had always gotten up for ten years now. A habit ingrained in her medulla by her parents. She had never even once, woken up earlier or later than this.

She hadn't changed,change into what? She was still in her grey sweatpants, blue blouse and black flipflops. Her fatigue was so severe she even forgot to take them off being sleeping. She looked down checking on her sisters. They were still fast asleep. The drain had really tuckered them out.

She heard movement under her after a while. The other mate. She figured. She had only taken a few glimpse of the person. Their 'roommate' was the least of her worries. But she was sure the person was in a worse position than them. Not because of his frail body or scronny face but because of his feet.

They were bare, with multiple bruises and near sight of them had shocked her. She opted to talk to him not because she wanted to but because she had to. He may have a clue about what's going on.

"Morning." She began plainly. He looked around his eyes first landing on the two girls lying on the opposite bed. He thought it was one of them who spoke but later dismissed the thought after seeing they were fast asleep.

"Up here." The voice said again. He looked up and saw long black hair and deep blue eyes staring down at him from the metal bed frame.

"Umm ....hey" That was all he could say. Not because he didn't want to say anything else, just because he was surprised to see someone like her. She smirked down at him. A small smirk that seemed so perfect on her delicate face.

Nervousness coursed through his being. No one had really ever been nice to him, let alone even look at him and now someone had looked in his direction and even said something nice to him. And now was smiling at him. It was a lot for him to process.

Devon sensing something was wrong decided to introduce herself. Of course he's a bit surprised to being greeted by a total stranger in a cell. But does he really have to look that surprised. She thought.

"My name's Devon. Nice to meet you." She continued sweetly. His brain froze, this had never happened to him before. He didn't know what to say or how to say it. He didn't want to seem odd by giving an inappropriate response, neither did he want to seem rude by not answering.

Devon looked at the boy's face and almost laughed. His eyes looked as if he was having an internal battle and it looked ridiculous. He seemed worried and she immediately understood that he just didn't know how to reply.

"What's your name?" She gave him a more direct question for a more direct answer.

He took a deep breath before answering.

"Gregory" his voice was low,raspy and it sounded almost frightened.

"Is it ok if I call you Greg? Short for Gregory?" She wondered. His name had never sounded so beautiful before. But when she said it, it sounded so melodic.

"Sure." He replied happily. He liked how nice she was but then a thought came to mind.

No one was nice for no good reason. They always wanted something. He had learnt this the hard way. Living on the streets came with their fair share of troubles and lessons. This was one of them. Living off people's scraps wasn't easy and people who pretended to be nice made it a lot harder.

Noticing the change in the guys hostility, Devon's suspicions strengthen.

"Do you know why we're here?" Her voice was devoid of any emotion. Her eyes were still calm and loving but the contrast with her voice made her uneasy.

"No, I don't." He replied not willing to sound scared.

She still kept her eyes on him and only pushed a bit of her back. She couldn't break the contact, she needed more information.

"As long as I have a place to sleep. I don't really mind." He finally spoke from the pressure the silence in her eyes screamed.

I knew it. Sympathy filled her eyes. She had now confirmed that he did live in the streets. That explained all his bruises. Her eyes softed.

"Well, we were kidnapped. My sisters and I." She revealed, not to make him feel sorry for her but encourage him to keep talking and stop seeing her as a threat.

"Those are your sisters?" He curiously wondered.

"Yeah. I'm just glad that they put as together." She confirmed.

That statement caught him by surprise. He was sure rich people rarely care about others, sometimes not even for family. She wasn't whining, pouting or even seem pissed. She was just grateful they were together? It made no sense. Well, at least not to him.