Chapter 1: Rations And Reasons
Javert walked by the wheeled cages, knocking his whip against the bar as he went,
"Feeding time" he taunted with a cruel chuckle; Javert was the gypsy leader and a cruel master to his acts, He kept them in cages, fed them low rations and wouldn't even pay them for their hard work.
Javert tossed small, tasteless pieces of bread into the cages which the performers' savoured with each small bite,
"Jevert?... New arrival" a worker said as he kept a firm grip on a young woman's arm causing the circus owner to smirk,
"Well, well, well... What would this young jewel be named?" he asked, lifting the woman's chin with his dirty finger,
"Errrrr... She doesn't speak" the worker told him and Javert simply chuckled,
"She will after a quickly flogging" he said confidently before turning to go back to feeding the performers,
"No, sir... She can't talk" he corrected,
"She's mute" he explained and Javert held a look of realisation,
"Ahhhhhh... Then what can she do?" he asked causing his employee to smirk,
"She draws... But her drawings predict the future" he said and Javert smiled excitedly,
"Even if it's not true... People will pay a healthy sum to see their future" he said with a chuckle and Javert smiled at the girl before dragging her towards a cage that was covered up and she looked terrified,
"I don't feel like feeding the devil's child, today" he taunted, shoving a piece of bread in her hand before shoving her towards the cage,
"Don't worry. It's unlocked. He's so broken, he doesn't even dare to try and run" he assured with a smirk but chuckled when he saw the expression of confidence on the woman's face,
"I think I'll name you what you're going to give so many people even if it is false... I'll name you, Hope" he taunted and watched her enter the dark cell.
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