Chapter 57
Tessa’s POV
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After our close call with freezing to death outside for thirty minutes which the males apparently claim as being ‘good for the lungs‘, we were now on to our
next part of the day.
Sasha led Erin and me through the dimly lit corridors which were of course lined with a number of guards throughout the compound as my heart pounded
with a mixture of fear and curiosity for what was next.
We were heading to our first job assignment, and I couldn’t shake the sense of trepidation that gnawed at my insides.
“What do you think we’ll be doing?” Erin whispered to me as Sasha walked on ahead, her voice barely audible above the sound of our footsteps echoing off
the cold stone walls.
“I have no idea,” I admitted, glancing nervously around us as we followed Sasha deeper into the heart of the compound – each turn more confusing than the last. It would be easy to get lost in a place like this…
After what felt like an eternity of walking up some stairs, we finally arrived at our destination: a small room filled with rows of workbenches and stacks of materials strewn out everywhere with the prominent smell of leather hanging in the air.
Several other females were already there, their faces drawn and weary as they went about their tasks with a quiet determination.
“This is where you’ll be working for the week,” Sasha explained, gesturing to the room around us. “This week, we’ll be making shoes.” She explains, grabbing a seat nearer the end as we follow her lead and sit around the benches.
Making shoes? I couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief at the simplicity of the task… It was a far cry from the horrors I had imagined, and for that, I was
grateful.
Sasha began with showing us the ropes and guiding us through the process step by step as we done our best to pick it up and copy her. Despite the occasional language barrier, her English was pretty good and we managed to communicate through gestures and nods, working together in a silent
camaraderie that spoke volumes.
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I actually liked Sasha, and she was proving to be far less scary than what I had painted her as when we had first met this morning. I found myself finding comfort in her presence since she had been so helpful with keeping us both on track throughout the day.
As we labored away, stitching and hammering with practiced precision, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Sasha, curiosity burning within me.
‘H–How long have you been here?” I asked quietly, hoping to learn more about her and her experiences in this strange and terrifying place.
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Sasha glanced up from her work, her expression thoughtful as she considered my question. A few years now,” she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. T was taken when I was just a teenager, ripped away from my family and everything I knew. It’s been… difficult, to say the least. She concludes with a sigh.
Erin and I exchanged a look, sympathy welling up within us for the young Russian girl who had been forced to endure so much at such a young age worse than what we had experienced anyway.
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far
It almost made me feel ashamed of complaining and feeling so down about our situation… we had only been here for one day!
I’m so sorry, Erin said softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”
Sasha offered us a small smile, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you,’ she said, her voice catching slightly. It means a lot to me to have someone to talk to, someone who understands. Most girls here are bitches just from boredom She states with a smile, as we laugh a little at her accent as she rants.
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“So uh… do the males pick someone every day?” Erin finds herself asking, as I perk up to hear the answer –
about our new ‘home‘.
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also intrigued on learning as much as I can
“Oh no! That would be horrible! Twice per week!” Sasha confirms, as thought twice was any better – I would prefer none but we can’t have it all can we?
It was a bizarre set up here, and lord knows what would have happened if either myself or Erin would have been selected on day one!
That would have been awful… but that’s not to say that we don’t get selected next time around…
As Sasha continued to explain the routine, I couldn’t help but feel a knot of dread form in the pit of my stomach.
Twice a week… the thought of being chosen by one of the males filled me with a sense of terror that I couldn’t quite shake.
“So, w–what happens when a girl is chosen?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising panic within me.
Sasha’s expression darkened slightly, her eyes betraying a hint of sadness as she spoke. “It depends,” she said cryptically. “Sometimes they’re taken to serve the Alpha or one of his higher–ranking men… other times, they’re sent to work in the private kitchens or to do the laundry so it just depends on their mood
I guess.” Sasha shrugs off, seeming to not want to talk about her own personal encounters.
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The uncertainty of our fate hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the relative calm of the room. We were all too aware of the dangers that lurked beyond these walls, of the harsh reality of life in this unforgiving place.
“But don’t worry,” Sasha added quickly, as if sensing our growing unease. “You two are new here, so they’ll likely leave you alone for a while. Just keep your heads down and do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine.” She attempted to comfort us, however it didn’t help much.
Her words offered little comfort, but I appreciated her attempt to reassure us nonetheless. As we returned to our work, the rhythm of stitching and hammering serving as a soothing distraction from the chaos that surrounded us, couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension that lingered in the back of my
mind.
Twice a week… it was a grim reminder of the precariousness of our situation, of the constant threat that hung over our heads like a sword waiting to fall.
But as I glanced over at Erin and Sasha, their faces focused and determined as they worked, I knew that we were in this together. And as long as we had each other, perhaps we stood a fighting chance of surviving the horrors that awaited us in this dark and unforgiving place.
“So tell me about you two? What’s your story?” Sasha suddenly questioned us both, as I looked to Erin for her to speak.
“Well uh… pretty tragic actually… we were both set up to live a wonderful life with some pretty decent males who treated us like queens. Then we sort of, fucked up, and they got rid of us.” Erin clears her throat, trying to rush out the words to prevent them from stinging either of us at the memory.
“Oh my! Males are so cruel!” Sasha huffs, as Erin and I struggle to agree when referring to Kane or Seth.
Neither of them were cruel or unjust… they were just disappointed in our actions at the festival that night. Although I wish they knew that it wasn’t our
faults…
“What next?” Sasha goes on, as I focus on lacing up a pair of boots to listen to Erin speak.
“Well we used to live at a centre sort of similar to this, only less strict… and our headmistress there pretty much gave us away to two Russian males. The whole thing was really sketchy but to cut a long story short we ended up here!” Erin grumbles, as I nod along in confirmation with everything she had said.
“I can’t believe they are taking girls from other countries now too!” Sasha remarks, wide eyed and making a good point on the matter.
It made no sense to me either, why they had done that. Especially when there were clearly girls here in their homeland already…
“I wonder why…” I add, trying to think on it but coming up with no plausible excuse.
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“Greed!” Sasha retorts, as we giggle a little at the way she had said it.
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She’s not wrong…
The males here seemed far more entitled than the ones we were used to back home and I never thought I would said that as despite meeting Kane, the other
males I had seen always seemed so cocky and intense!
It was odd sitting here with Sasha now, as I felt as though I had been here for a month already – having learned so much in one day about the way this place
operates.
However, I did dread the day when I would meet one of the higher titles or possibly even the Alpha himself for that matter…
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