"Where is Daniza?!"
The voice roared with such fury that Danika froze in place. Everybody's heart pounded, breath caught in their throat — The loud sound of banging cell gate as they searched from each cell to another.
"Where is Daniza?!" The voice came again; it was louder this time that it made her pee a little in her pants.
Three girls gathered together, hiding her in their midst.
"What are you doing? Why are you hiding her?" Meza stormed over to them, pushing them aside. "We have all done this!! What makes her so special?"
One of the girls pushed Meza to the ground, her head hit the concrete floor and she started bleeding.
"Mind your business!! You jealous freak!!" Oniza barked and kicked Meza's belly violently.
The head of the slave burst in, followed by two grim-faced guards.
"Where is that blonde wretch?" he yelled, his voice echoing against the stone walls.
The slaves cuddled together in fear, shrinking into the corners of the filthy cell. Some turned their faces away, others bowed low, trying to disappear. The stench of urine and old feces clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Their clothes were little more than rags, hanging off thin bodies from extreme punishment.
Meza stood up, holding her bleeding forehead. "She is here, in their midst!!" she points to the gathered girls.
Three huge men stormed in, one was the Head of the slave. His feet hit the ground loudly as he advanced towards the gathered girls.
He yanked off Danika's blonde hair. "Daniza!! You think you can hide with your obvious hair color? Why is she so daft?"
The guards burst into laughter-
One of the guards grabbed Oniza's waist. Pulling her towards his body, and he painfully grabbed her breast. Oniza tried to break free from his tight grip, she kept swinging her fist towards him. He was nearly twice her height, with just one hand he held both of hers effortlessly.
"Dragon, I want this feisty bitch to accompany me today." The guard requested, his eyes filled with lust and dominance.
"Do whatever you want!!" The Head of the slave ordered. His men screaming and praising his name as happiness filled their faces.
Dragon yanked Danika by the hair, dragging her out of the cell as her screams echoed off the stone walls. The pain was sharp and raw—like her scalp was being torn from her skull, as if her very brain were being ripped out with each pull. She kept struggling from his tight grip.
Meza held one of the guards arms, "Me too!! Can you take me too? I will do whatever you want. I can do all the styles, you can ask your twin brother." She pleaded with her soft voice, "If you will give me some meat I can stay with you for two days!! No..no..i can stay for a week."
The guard yanked her from her grip, "Meza, you are wide as a water well. Everybody has tasted you, now we want fresh girls. Not ugly and wide bitch like you."
Meza held his tattered trouser, he violently kicked her as she refused to let go.
Meanwhile, the head of the slave kept dragging Danika out.
They got to their destination, Danika was already bleeding from her back from being dragged on the floor.
The head of the slave bent down to her size, he held Danika's hair making her face him.
"Little Daniza, you are 18 now. No longer a baby, it's time for your part of the ritual." His breath smelled like wine and roasted meat that almost made her throwup, "You smell meat from my mouth right?" she nodded.
"If you want to eat meat everyday, you will have to do what I say. Our commander likes you, he has been waiting for you to grow up. You just have to go in there, pull off your clothes and lay on his bed. Then he will come over to perform the ritual!"
She nodded again, "Why are you nodding like a lizard? Can't you talk again? I thought your voice was the loudest!!!"
"Okay," she blurted.
"Dumb Bitch!!" He pushed her head gently.
She stood up, slowly walking inside. "Move in!!" He kicked her butt.
"I can't wait to also have her," He muttered to himself, licking his lip, as he watched her go in. Danika was a cute petite girl, with blonde hair. She was known as the most beautiful teen slave in their mining section. Danika's face carried the kind of innocence that made people pause. Her large, curious eyes sparkled like lightning. Her eyes were colored like the ocean- Her golden lashes like the color of her hair. Her skin was soft and pale, despite the harshness of her birth.
Danika slowly walked into the room, it was designed very beautifully. It wasn't as dirty and smelly as their cells- It wasn't so big but it was 10 times better than her cell.
She stood silently, saying nothing, her eyes wide with wonder as she admired the beauty of the place.
"I've got you," a deep voice murmured behind her. His strong hand gripped her small waist. She froze, heart beating, and slowly she turned—only to come face-to-face with the Slave Commander.
"Pretty and sweet Daniza!!" He sniffs in her dirty hair.. "No matter how dirty you look, you still smell the best from all the girls. I can't wait to have you." He tore her tattered dress. Her round breast like an apple shape pops out. He pressed his nose on her breast, sniffing her.
"Daniza… why are you so sweet?" he murmured under his breath, almost in awe.
He gently lifted her into his arms and placed her on the table, brushing aside everything in his way.
Her two round pointed breasts facing him, he grabs them fondling it violently and Danika winces from the pain.
"Commander!!" A voice came outside interrupting him.
He stopped and pushed her off the table.
"What is it? What do you want now?" He rushed outside leaving Danika on the bare floor.
Danika slowly stood up, she glanced around the room like she was looking for something to steal. Yes! It's normal for a slave to steal. But Danika wasn't looking for what to steal.
Her eyes fell on the grape wine glass placed on the bedside stool. A sly smile slowly curved her lips, she walked confidently to the cup, her eyes never leaving it…..
The commander of the slave came in with another man. The man asked in a low tone, "Where do we get some girls to give to the consort?"
"Just select some pretty little Virgin slaves." Head of the commander replied.
"But Daniza is the only pretty one, and she is still a virgin." the man whispered.
The commander's face turned sour, "No, I must have her to myself. I can't give her out to the royals." The head of the slave rebuked, he glanced around but Danika wasn't in the room. "You can leave now," he pushed the guard out.
He hurriedly removed his robe, "Daniza..Daniza," He called her in a creepy low voice.
Danika came out from the wardrobe that she hid herself in.
"What were you doing there? Trying to steal something?" He walked towards the bed side and gulped down the wine on the bedside stool.
Danika stood watching him gulp down the wine in one go.
"Dani…come here," He stretched his hand towards her.
"One..." Danika whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible.
He took a step closer.
"Two..."
Another step.
"Three..."
The Slave Commander suddenly froze. His hands shot to his throat, griping desperately. His eyes bulged, veins snaking across his face like black vines, and his pupils turned a deep, dark red.
"W-what... did y-you... do..." he choked out, his voice cracking into panic.
In a blink, he collapsed, laying on the floor, gasping for air like a fish out of water. Slowly and silently, no screams.
Danika slowly bent beside him, her expression calm—too calm. She tilted her head sweetly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice soft as silk. "This is all my fault."
And then she smiled—...