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Tessa’s POV
After our close call with freezing to death outside for thirty minutes which the males apparently claim as being ‘good for the lungs‘, we were now on to our next part of the day.
Sasha led Erin and me through the dimly lit corridors which were of course lined with a number of guards throughout the compound as my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and curiosity for what was next.
We were heading to our first job assignment, and I couldn’t shake the sense of trepidation that gnawed at my insides.
“What do you think we’ll be doing?” Erin whispered to me as Sasha walked on ahead, her voice barely audible above the sound of our footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.
“I have no idea,” I admitted, glancing nervously around us as we followed Sasha deeper into the heart of the compound each turn more confusing than the last. It would be easy to get lost in a place like this…
After what felt like an eternity of walking up some stairs, we finally arrived at our destination: a small room filled with rows of workbenches and stacks of materials strewn out everywhere with the prominent smell of leather hanging in the air
Several other females were already there, their faces drawn and weary as they went about their tasks with a quiet determination.
This is where you’ll be working for the week,” Sasha explained, gesturing to the room around us. “This week, we’ll be making shoes.” She explains, grabbing a seat nearer the end as we follow her lead and sit around the benches.
Making shoes? I couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief at the simplicity of the task… It was a far cry from the horrors I had imagined, and for that, I was grateful.
Sasha began with showing us the ropes and guiding us through the process step by step as we done our best to pick it up and copy her. Despite the occasional language barrier, her English was pretty good and we managed to communicate through gestures and nods, working together in a silent camaraderie that spoke volumes.
I actually liked Sasha, and she was proving to be far less scary than what I had painted her as when we had first met this morning. I found myself finding comfort in her presence since she had been so helpful with keeping us both on track throughout the day.
As we labored away, stitching and hammering with practiced precision, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Sasha, curiosity burning within me.
“H–How long have you been here?” I asked quietly, hoping to learn more about her and her experiences in this strange and terrifying place.
en…
Sasha glanced up from her work, her expression thoughtful as she considered my question. “A few years now, she rolled, her voice tinged with sadness. “I was taken when I was just a teenager, ripped away from my family and everything I knew. I difficult, to say the least.” She concludes with a sigh.
Erin and I exchanged a look, sympathy welling up within us for the young Russian girl who had been forced to endure so much at such a young age – far worse than what we had experienced anyway.
It almost made me feel ashamed of complaining and feeling so down about our situation… we had only been here for one day!
“I’m so sorry,” Erin said softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”
Sasha offered us a small smile, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you,” she said, her voice catching slightly. “It means a lot to me to have someone to talk to, someone who understands. Most girls here are bitches just from boredom!” She states with a smile, as we laugh a little at her accent as she rants.
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“So uh… do the males pick someone every day?” Erin finds herself asking, as I perk up to hear the answer learning as much as I can about our new ‘home‘,
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also intrigued on
“Oh no! That would be horrible Twice per week!” Sasha confirms, as thought twice was any better 1 would prefer none but we Can’t have it all can we?
It was a bizarre set up here, and lord knows what would have happened if either myself or Erin would have been selected on day
one!
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That would have been awful… but that’s not to say that we don’t get selected next time around…
As Sasha continued to explain the routine, couldn’t help but feel a knot of dread form in the pit of my stomach.
Chapter Comments
Cath Morris
help buit
I think she will end up being Anthony’s girl
