“Greetings recruit” The man said in a gruff voice. There was a very distant hint of a Spanish accent, noticeable in the way his tongue tapped the roof of his mouth with each letter “r”.
“You’ve been drafted into the service of The Golden King’s personal harem. You will go through vigorous training where you will learn how to serve the King and his guests as an entertainer. You will follow all instructions without question. Your training begins tomorrow; while you wait you will sit and reflect on your situation.”
He spoke as if he was reading from a script, like he had said it a million times before and now it was just a chore to spout it to the new girl.
He started to turn around and walk away but stopped mid spin, turned back to face her, and said, “Oh. And don’t even think about trying anything. Not only is there no way out, we have your mother. So don’t make us have to hurt her...”
The news hit Sara like a freight train. If not for the lack of gravity, she would have crumpled to the ground, but in its absence, she relinquished control of her extremities once more, her body naturally curling into a fetal position as the events of the past few hours came crashing into her mind, an all-consuming flood of emotions and fear. Fear that she was going to be killed. Fear that her mother would be harmed. Fear of whatever was planned for her.
Small beads of tears began to from at the corners of her eyes, quickly growing in size and breaking off. Sobs racked Sara’s body as she remained curled up, floating in the center of the room, slowly drifting towards nothing in particular.
The lights went out in her cell a moment later and Sara was left alone an in the dark. Floating around with her tears, slowly crying herself to a shallow and restless sleep.
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