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My face contorts as I begin to sob. As expected, the servants don’t care at all, not even stopping for a moment to ask if I’m alright. Then again, they probably already know the answer to that.
I was so good at the job I had back in the Anocne estate, and happy too… That damned son of a bitch Fohri! He snatched my freedom away from me and threw it in the garbage like it was nothing!
“Give me your right leg,” orders a servant. As he goes about scrubbing them, I keep a fist clenched behind my back in case he tries anything.
“Hey!” barks the other one. “Keep your hands at your sides at all times!”
Grunting, I relax my fist and assume a normal stance, raising the other leg to be washed.
I was just the wrong girl at the wrong place at the wrong time… All I did was do my job and come into that pervert’s line of sight.
I recall the agonizing pain of betrayal at the hands of my old boss, causing me to cry some more.
I can’t believe Vetrin just threw me to the worgs like that, all to save his own ass! Is that what I get for so many years of loyal service to him? I thought he was different from other dark elves but he’s just like the rest of them.
“Stay still while we rinse you.”
The servant places the sponge aside and turns on the shower head, unleashing a hot stream of water down on me. In that moment, I realize that I’m one step closer to whatever disgusting deed Fohri has planned for me.
What’s next? To be starved? Beaten? Abused?
Despite the intense heart of the water, a shiver runs up my spine as I think of all the stories and rumors of humans on Protheka. Although I’ve never seen much cruelty with my own eyes, I’ve heard many tales of sex slaves amongst other horrible jobs my kind are put through.
The water turns off. The servants take soft towels to my body, drying me off with the same roughness as before. After doing so, they apply oils all over me. Just as I suspected, they each cop a feel of me but I have no choice in fighting back.
Afterward, they toss me a house robe and order me to put it on. As I do, I watch the water disappear down the drain, making me think that’s how my old life ended up, gone forever.
“What now?” I ask, my tone dreary and exhausted.
“Follow us to the dressing room.”
They seem to catch on that I’m no longer fighting back, allowing me to walk freely behind them. Occasionally, they shoot glances over their shoulder as if to check I’m still following along. They lead me inside another room, lined with closets of various sizes. Mirrors stand freely on the opposite side of the wall.
One closes the door behind me while the other steps forward, moving to the nearest closet. He opens its doors. Inside it, I see a huge selection of beautiful dresses, the likes of which I’ve never once laid eyes on.
Have I ever seen such colors like that before?I wonder as I look upon all of the designs. I think then of the rags I’ve worn my entire life, simple clothing being the biggest luxury I’ve ever possessed.
I’m reminded of the poverty that rages through Infnore, only now realizing the stark contrast in all of these garments and the washroom.
That’s only two rooms I’ve seen thus far… Meanwhile, people on the streets are dying of hunger while they’re living it up here.
I slip into a simple red dress. I’m zipping it up when the door opens behind us. We all turn around to see another dark elf enter the room, this time one of the guards. The servants stand to attention in his presence.
The elf practically bursts out of his uniform with his bulging muscles. He looks at me with green eyes, light as fields of grass. Shaggy white hair falls down his head, sitting neatly at his shoulders.
“Give me a status report on the human woman,” he barks.
“She’s almost ready, Brilyk,” says the servant.
So his name is Brilyk…
“I’m just about ready,” I say quietly.
“Excellent, let me escort you to your room then.”
As I walk beside him, I shoot sidelong glances at his face. Despite the circumstances, I can’t help but be distracted by his handsomeness. In that moment, an idea sprouts within my mind.
There’s so many dark elves here, surely one of them has to be empathetic. What if it’s this guy? Perhaps I can appeal to him in some sort of way and get him to assist me in escaping.
