“Rule number 2,” the woman continued, ignoring the sheer horror etched on our faces. “You are not allowed to step out of this room for any reason, unless you are summoned. His majesty dislikes strangers crowding his space.” “Three. Do not — don’t even dare try to escape. You will be killed before you even make it past those doors.” “Four. When summoned, avoid eye contact with the king, even if he looks at you. Keep. Your. Head. Down.” “Five. Do not speak, unless you are spoken to. “Six. Your status, or whatever you were before, ended the moment you walked through those gates. In here, you are nothing but sacrifices for the king, and you will serve your purpose.” She paused, her eyes cutting through the silence. “Am I clear?” “Yes, ma’am,” we managed to respond through ragged, terrified breaths. “Good. Now, you will strip and shower properly. Wash off every disgusting scent from your bodies, because every single part of you now belongs to the king.” She gestured toward a
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