Finally, they got to the bathhouse.About thirty women, including teenagers, were already inside-stripping off worn fabrics, washing, scrubbing their skin.Most looked exhausted, with sores and bruises scattered across their bodies.The younger ones huddled near the edge of the pool, their eyes darting nervously to the guards stationed along every wall-at least thirty of them-armed and alert.There were no corners to hide in, and no escape routes.Aria looked around, irritated."Don't tell me you want me in that crowded pool," she scoffed to one of the guards, pointing at the pool with a hand on her waist.Her statement shocked Bianca-she'd drop dead on the ground if she ever dared to say such a thing.The guard ignored her."Hey! Don't you ignore me!"Aria snapped.Bianca, afraid for her, tried to pull her back.Another masked guard approached and whispered something to the one she had addressed.Afterwards, the guard turned to Aria."Follow me to the other pool."She raised a brow.
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