Food for the kidnapped [Ulrich, Defticai]

Lillith stood, cooking the meal of the day. She was blissfully smiling, as she put together a meal for their newest.. uh... 'visitor' was a nice way to put it right? She wasn't approving of her master's hobbies, but there wasn't anything Lillith could do to help but make their time here a little easier by feeding them a well cooked meal. Lillith smiled as she placed the food on the tray. It was actually a pretty good dinner she thought! She had complied a complete meal of steak, mashed potatoes and peas, and she was hoping that the young gentleman in the cage would enjoy it. 

She walked up the stairs and into the room where the captives where always held. The large wooden cage, that had only one occupant at the time. She stared at him for a moment before knocking on the wood to get his attention. "Mr. Thistle!" She chimed happily. "Here's your dinner" Taking the tray and putting it through a small window, she smiled happily at him, wanting to see what he thought of the meal she had prepared.

"What do you think Mr. Thistle? Please be honest! I would like to cook you better meals in the future."

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Quiet torment. Ulrich could describe the sensation no better than torture. No sounds, no movement. Just a gloomy dark room and a wooden cage to hold him in. His captor didn't say much beyond his odd ranting as he threw him in here. Not a word on what he wanted with him, why he had kidnapped him, or what was going to happen. He sat with his back against the wall opposite of the door. His head buried in his arms that lay on his knees. His mind replayed the events of what happened over and over, like an old news reel. Each time the vision ended he was given a few moments of peace, flickering shades of color, before he relived it again. He couldn't get it out of his head. Rune's scared expression, her cries for him. His hands clenched at his flesh and remaining clothes. "That bastard." His body jerked at the sound of someone nearby. He didn't move or look up as he heard the rustling and movement of someone approaching the cage. He didn't realize he was breathing while he focused on the sounds. "Mr. Thistle!" the maid spoke in a sing-song tone, "Here's your dinner!" He lifted his head and looked at the maid. His expression was a grim one. His eyes were alight with spite. He dipped his head back into his arms and sighed deeply. He knew she was hardly involved in most of this. The young girl was probably the only thing that he could remotely like about this place. He slowly rose to his feet and stumbled over to the opening where he could grab the tray. After securing his meal, he wandered back to the center of the room where he could eat it without being in range to be touched. He looked down at his meal with dread. He didn't want to eat right now, but not eating wouldn't help anything. Acting like that would just bring his captor back to the cage. He reluctantly began eating the food. The look on his face showed his surprise. It was really good. Not like he expected to be given in a prison like environment. He was still slow to eat it, but it would be another one of those things that made being here just a little better. "What do you think Mr. Thistle? Please be honest! I would like to cook you better meals in the future." He idled his fork against the steak and just poked at it for a while. The words weren't coming to him. "The steak is pretty tasty. I prefer it a little less tough so if you could cook it a little less that'd be fine. The mashed potatoes would be phenomenal if they had a little bit of garlic and some of the skin left in it. Maybe boil the peas a little longer to make them a little mushier. If you add some spices in with it they'll take the flavor too." He looked up at her and then lowered his gaze, "But it's pretty good..." He continued working through his dinner.  "Could I get a change of clothes too?" | made by prism of btn and ls~

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Deftacai hummed along, almost whisper singing as he crawled along to his prey. "Secret loooooove, are you there? Will you answer my prayer~?" He peered his head through the cell, eying his prisoner and finishing his chorus. "Please take me anywhere but here~" he snorted dryly, laughing at the irony of the situation. He had heard the manmeat's comment on Lillith's food. It didn't sit well with Deftacai, not in the slightest. His maid was a repulsive little gremlin, but she performed her maidly duties with upmost diligence. He expected nothing less than perfection from her, and she delivered.

"My maid's cooking was flawless, as always. You just have an undeserving palate, you plebeian!" he gave a disgusted look at the prisoner before turning back at Lillith. He was eager to rid himself of the mushiness that was standing up for her cooking. "Although, maybe if she was just as picky with food as you, we'd aaaaaaalllllll benefit." There, all better.

Deftacai proceeded to plop himself on Ulrich's lap, and put his arm around the prisoner's shoulders. "Sooooooo young Ulrich, tell me about yourself. Your small town dreams, aspirations, the aesthetic appeal of cow-tipping or whatever you Outsets do." Deftacai looked at Ulrich with beady eyes, padded bra detected, and his skinny thighs resting on the boy's.

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Ta         gs: ULRICH THISTLE, @lillth

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Lillith nodded as Ulrich gave her advice. She smiled softly "Alright, I'll keep that in mind next time, thank you for your advice Mr. Thistle!" She spoke happily. She then heard her master come in and yell at him she rolled her eyes. "I like advice." She commented looking at Ulrich and rolling her eyes at him. She did appreciate the fact he defended her and she couldn't help but smile a bit at that fact. Looking at him, he of course had to ruin it by making another weight comment. That was okay two could play at that game.

"Well Sir, you tend to eat more of my food then I do, and I can see it start to show." She commented, and poked his stomach a bit and then smiled satisfied with herself and looked at Ulrich, smiling hoping he'd be at least a little amused with her defensiveness against him. 

Her master then asked the boy questions, and wondered what he could be up to, but she had to admit she'd like to know more about him too. So she stood with a smile and waited for his answer quietly. 

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