Chapter 2: Am I a trash or not? (2)
Wtf.....
She was too damn blunt, I had to check my outfit again. Yup, it screamed royalty, I even touched it to check the quality, it’s the best one for sure.
No, maybe in this world this is normal or maybe below normal.
She opened her poisonous mouth again. "What?, your stupid brain can’t comprehend insults. I guess from trash like you this much is given."
"Oh my....she is a trash talker alright, was she a keyboard warrior before. I have my doubts now."
She didn’t stop, she sneered. "Now that you’re alive, better wash yourself. I know you won’t do anything besides creeping in this room. I will throw your food in, it’s still early, so after 2 hrs or so. You better keep your hunger check ork face, or something bad will happen next."
She turned, going back from whichever hell she came from. I guess my brain was short circuit as I called her.
"Why can’t you keep your mouth shut, you piece of ork shit."
She slightly turned her head, gazing at me. Her face read ’You want to die, you ork face’.
Still mustering my courage, I whispered. "Can I get a book?"
She quivered her brows, motioning me to speak louder.