Chapter 13: Amalea

I barely slept. Kind of hard to do when you’re chained standing up. Plus, Chad’s threat haunted my thoughts. I waited for him to come back to finish what he started. I expected him to come back, to send someone else. I braced for it, but he didn’t come, and neither did anyone else. I didn’t see him until just before breakfast.

“Miss me?” He calls to me. I don’t answer. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I tried to ask one of the girls gathering wood to start fires for breakfast for water earlier, and no words came out. I stand on my toes as much as I can bear, but the chains inevitably have done a number on my neck—better the chains than Chad I guess.

He saunters up grinning wide as his favorite girl from my ruined escape dinner follows him towards me, her face still showing faint signs of healing wounds. “Sorry I didn’t make our date. I found something sweeter.” He throws an arm around the girl’s shoulders before pushing her away, slapping her ass, and sending her to help cook.

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