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you captive? It’s not exactly like a person can simply blurt out ‘No, thanks, but I’m happy sitting here
freezing on the wet concrete floor.’ It didn’t matter. Fear was
constricting her body in such a way that even an attempt at movement or
response would be feigned at best.
    The man let out an exasperated sigh, “I guess we’ll do this your
way.” Then he called for someone outside the room, “Marcus!”
    Her body flinched when he raised his voice, almost as if,
subconsciously, she knew what was about to happen. As feared, the first man
came lumbering back through the door. A whimper escaped her trembling lips as
she shook her head and cowered back from his approach.
    “No.” Her voice was whisper soft and barely discernible,
even to herself.
    “Ah, she speaks. It’s a miracle.” His droll words were
spoken with obvious condescension. “Stand, Cricket, or else Marcus here will
have to assist you.”
    She had no other choice but to do as the man ordered. Yes,
technically, she could resist, but the last thing she wanted was for Marcus to
touch her again. She peered up at the backlit silhouettes of the men standing
above her. Her hair hung in damp clumps in her face, which, thankfully, was
long enough to hide her breasts. Uncurling herself from the ball she’d formed
on the floor, Maddy pushed herself up, despite the
disputes of her body and mind. She stood on shaky legs and nearly fell over
from the lack of muscle strength. Once she was standing, the smaller of the two
men stepped around the puddle and gently took her arm in his hand.
    “Marcus, leave us,” he said.
    The large man let out a huff at having been dismissed, but
turned around and did as he was told.
    She was pulled closer toward the door, her legs resisting
the movement. Pulling a key from his pocket, the man bent down to remove the
shackle from her leg. Once she was free, he forcefully shoved her toward the
door. Maddy stumbled over her own feet and the man’s
grip tightened around her arm to keep her from falling. Tears began pricking at
her eyes and she considered fighting back. Realizing that any fight she could
put up would be a weak attempt in her condition, the uselessness of such an effort
was not lost on her. She was a gentle person. She played music, that’s ALL
she’d done; she began to lament the life experiences she passed up as she
realized the likelihood of ever experiencing them had been taken from her.
    As they neared the door, the man stopped and moved in closer
to her. Maddy flinched back as his grip tightened, but
he pulled her in closer, so that he could speak softly into her ear. With a
business-like tone, he said, “Listen, Cricket, once we walk through that door,
your acts at resistance need to stop. I’m somewhat more forgiving than your Master
will be and I’m certainly more patient than his father. If you want to make it
through this with the least amount of pain possible, I suggest you do as you
are told without fighting. You will not win against them, so you need to accept
your circumstances and make the best of it.”
    The grit in her voice sounded as painful as it felt when she
asked, “W-why … why are you doing this to me?”
    He took a moment to consider his words, before responding,
“This is your fate, Cricket. Asking why isn’t going to do anything for you
except make that fate a much more painful journey. You need to learn the rules
of your position and learn them quickly if you want to make a smoother
transition into your new role.”
    “And what is my role?” she asked. Her voice was stronger
this time and she would have been glaring at him, if she could actually see him.
    Pulling her close once again, he warned. “I will tell you
this one more time: asking questions will only make this more difficult for you
to survive … ”
    Maddy flinched at the word
‘survive’; it was an open confirmation that her life was endangered. Her mind
could no longer hide behind the mask of denial