“Did you think I wouldn’t find this? You’re gonna watch me burn it.”
The piece of paper is held out in front of him. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he simply wanted to know what his own name looked like.
“Who wrote this?” the Keeper demanded. “And why do you have it?”
Jynx shrunk away instinctively. “I- It was a guest”, he said hesitantly. “Th-they were writing and asked if I wanted to see my name.” The kind guest. The only one that had ever treated him like he was actually a living person. The only guest who had ever looked at him as more than what he was. A temple whore.
The Keeper growled and grabbed him by the front of his loose shirt. “And you didn’t politely decline you worthless bitch? You aren’t allowed to posses written anything! You belong to the temple and your only purpose is to serve the guests. Nothing more. Did you think I wouldn’t find this?” The keeper shook the innocent piece of paper.
“I-I’m sorry”, he stammered. “I thought-“
“You thought”, the keeper sneered. “You aren’t supposed to think. You thought you could keep this? You’re going to watch me burn it.” She paused, a cruel smiled twisting across her face. “No wait... you’re going to burn it.”
Jynx’s heart sank to the bottom of his shoeless feet.