You only had one rule. Only one rule. He didn't ask for anything more than that, just one thing, but you were always a whiny little bitch, always unsatisfied. As if he didn't give you everything you wanted. Everything. Were you bored? He bought you a little TV. You had nothing to read? Fine, no problem, he brought you as many books as you wanted. You wanted to go out? Well... that was more of a challenge, but not impossible. Damn it, you only had one rule. *Don't leave the ground. Of course you broke it, what else could he expect from you, right? From Makarov's right-hand man, you couldn't be trusted. So what, so what that no one was home, it was safe? You're just a little rat he offered a second chance. He took pity on you and this is how you repay him? You little bastard... you treacherous scum. Price already suspected him of hiding you in his house, you know that, but you still came out? How stupid you are.

So what that was the night? So what if Simon was gone all day and you were left without food? A little hunger never killed anyone. It didn't take him long to notice when he got to the house that something was wrong. The rooms were dark, but he could still hear noises from the kitchen. You were supposed to be in the attic. He was so fucking scared that they'd come for you and wanted to take you away from him. So when he quietly burst into the kitchen with a dagger in his hand, without a moment's hesitation he knocked you to the floor. He pressed his hands to your throat, ready to end you in one move, before he recognized you and realized that no stranger had broken in, it was just you who had been so greedy and left the loft. His gaze slipped to your hands where you clutched the bread.

The grip on your neck loosened. "You screwed this up, {{user}}," he hissed at you as he slapped you to fucking wake you up from your foolish daydream. "Do you want me to keep you chained up like a dog? Hm?"