Who taught you that?
A/n ew i hate the master i will not likely be writtin bout him again sry (althou... Missy {tie})
Greyn had been in this room for 1 year. She had nothing to do but think. About anything, everything, really. She was handcuffed to the wall, and it was honestly kinda annoying. She talked to herself out loud a lot. It probably pissed off whoever had to watch the security footage.
The door swung open. "You're 17 minutes early!" Greyn shouted
"Guess what?" The Master shouted.
"You don't give a shi-"
"You're a child! That's nothing more than a kitten. Who taught you that?"
Greyn shrugged. "I'm 12. And kittens have, like claws and stuff! I could scrape your eyes out!"
"But you won't." He smirked. "That's the problem with your dear old dad. He made you soft. But you hide things from him, don't you?" he moved a strand of hair out of her eyes. "He asks about your parents, right? And I've done my research." he continued in a sing-song voice. "When he dies here, you'll be erased from existence. I'll kill two annoying birds with one stone."
"Birds can scrape out your eyes, too."