Then a bald, fat faced woman took center stage.
“What do you want?” Tabitha roared.
She and the rest of the crowd laughed in response. Then she began to speak.
“Well, well look what we have found. A pity about the ship but this fiery one should fetch a fine price in the sex slave markets. And then there is him of the Emperor’s lineage. Many will pay to watch him die as horrifically as possible.”
“I promised you riches, when I became leader. And riches you will have.”
There was a huge roar of approval.
“Take them to the cell.”
One more, we were pulled forward by the neck. Fortunately, the destination was to the rear of the large chamber, so our legs didn’t give up. The nooses around our necks were removed and we were pushed into a cell that swiftly clanked closed behind us.
It was dark, but we immediately sensed being surrounded by other bodies. A putrid smell hung in the air. Probably, other poor souls captured for the slave market. I clasped Tabitha’s hand and held it tightly as much for myself as her.
“What next?” she whispered.
“No idea,” I replied faintly.
I wished I could have replied something more hopeful. But I could not.
An armed guard was keeping watch so we decided it was best to try and rest,
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