Abigail is walking beside a man who is basically grabbing her towards the door. She had just been bought, and this was her master's new home. She looks as the ground as her escort bangs on the door, eager to get rid of this girl, she wasn't fully broke, and she was still a little feisty, and he didn't particularly like that. He preferred the ones that stayed quiet and did as they were told. He bangs on the door again, his left hand still gripping her arm tightly, tight enough she's sure it will leave a bruise. But she was use to that, her previous master had enjoyed her pain, he had been her first master, and now she assumed all masters were like that, so she isn't looking forward to getting a new one at all.
((Sorry for the lameness of the first post, I promise they do get better))
((Sorry for the lameness of the first post, I promise they do get better))