The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the narrow window of our cramped cell, casting a faint glow over the cold, metal walls surrounding us.
I blinked awake, the events from the previous day flooding back to me with a thick sense of dread accompanying it…
Erin lay on the mat across from me, still asleep, her face drawn and pale with exhaustion. I couldn’t help but worry for her, knowing that she was just as frightened and uncertain as I was about our current situation.
I was sickened to have her sleeping once again on a hard floor – just as Leo had made her do back at Kane’s pack – but unfortunately it was out of my hands not to mention that it was currently the least of both of our worries…
As I rose from my position and stretched my stiff muscles, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over me. The Russian pack had made it clear from the moment of our arrival that we were prisoners here, trapped in a foreign land with no means of
escape.
But despite the grim circumstances, I refused to give in to despair. We would learn to make this work in order to survive, perhaps be able to win over the males to actually like us a little? Maybe we would be treated better…
Erin stirred from beside me, groaning softly as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse with exhaustion.
“Morning,” I replied, forcing a smile despite the fear that continued to gnaw away at my insides. “How did you sleep?” I push on.
Erin shrugged, her expression grim. “Not great,” she admitted. “But I guess that’s to be expected in a place like this.” She sighs heavily.
I nodded in understanding, imagining all too well the horrors that awaited us outside these cold, metal walls – if they even decide to let us out of here that is!
What if this was the plan? Lock us up to rot for their own amusement?
I gulp at the thought, making a silent vow to stay strong for the both of us, before I helped Erin to her feet and our stiff legs.
both stretched
“FEMALES! OUT NOW!” We practically squeal when hearing a heavy Russian accent yell from the other side of our door, causing us to both huddle up together in fear of where we were going.
With that, the jingling of keys is heard before the heavy door is dragged open – revealing the armed guard and his stale facial
features.
“YOU TWO! FOLLOW ME FOR BREAKFAST!” He points at us and yells – louder than necessary – as we both nod like bobble heads.
We take wary steps, following him down the winding corridors that all looked the same as he turned back to ensure that we were both still behind him every once in a while…
Eventually, we approached two doors with a sign above that read ‘canteen‘ as the guard suddenly stepped aside and motioned with his hand for us to go in.
We moved slow and cautiously, hearing a flurry of activity from behind the doors… as Erin made the first move to push open the door.
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As we entered the canteen, couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease and also some relief wash over me at the sight that greeted us
both…
The room was filled with other emales, all dressed in drab lilac, prison–like uniforms and seated at long, metal tables.
The atmosphere was tense and oppressive, the air thick with the scent of fear and uncertainty as they would whisper and hush one another slowly taking notice of us both as the ‘newbies‘.
