Pamela's POV
They paid attention when I talked.
The areas around the main place had many tiny, scattered groups, each with only about ten people. The men were made tough by suffering, turned to alcohol, and barely surviving while Pamela's strength grew. She had made them weak, taken away their independence, and left them as empty versions of who they used to be.
But they still knew who I was.
"You've been beaten down by her," I said to them, my voice firm and in charge. "She has turned you into nothing. But join me in a fight, and I'll give you everything you lost. Independence. Strength. Revenge."
At the start, they were unsure. They whispered and had doubts.
But then little by little, people started to agree. Their eyes started to shine with a passion I hadn't seen in them for a long time. The idea of getting even woke up a basic, untamed feeling.
And so I went from one small group to another.
