[part 7]
I followed Emily down a long corridor. Emily was tall, almost as tall as Erica, with long wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes. She led me into a room, shut the door, and fixed her eyes on me. “I hate having to train new slaves….so listen to everything I say. You will regret it if I have to repeat myself. Clear?!” I nodded. “Good. Now sit down.” There was nothing to sit on, so I sat on the floor.
“There are 8 levels of slaves here, “ she continued. “We start you at level 2, violet. From there it’s blue, green, yellow, orange, red, and black.”
“But that’s only seven,” I said.
“Did I say you could talk?” she said, and slapped me across the face. It stung more than when Erica had done it. Level one, white, is for those who need the most severe punishments. We never kill our slaves….but those who wear white collars will wish we did.” She had a wicked, evil smile as she said this. “Every slave has daily work based on its collar. And every slave is expected to follow the commands of any DRAGON.”
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