Sacrifice of the Septimus: Part 2 (Afterlife saga Book 7) by Stephanie Hudson Read Free Book Online Page B

to get me here. She truly believed this was the only way to get close to the King and whilst I wasn’t exactly in the safest place, at least it gave Ranka the time to find my friends like she said she would.
    She had also made some pretty dire threats to the one in charge so fingers crossed my chances at survival had just gone up significantly…or at least one could hope. And whilst I was hoping, I also included Draven taking Ranka’s advice and moving me from this place sooner rather than later. I was in half a mind to ask if they didn’t have a tower around here they could lock me in until Draven asked for me. Well he had always joked about locking me in a tower, so maybe this would be his only opportunity to do so. I smiled at the thought of fun times with Draven, whom I was missing as if someone had chopped off a limb.
    They took me down some steps into a separate room and I looked back over my shoulder to Ranka until I was pulled out of sight. I would never forget the look on Ranka’s face…she was obviously worried. Meanwhile my heart was beating wildly as I was quickly surrounded by so many slaves I couldn’t count them all for all the movement that was going on around me. From what I could see of the room it appeared to be a tiled treatment room for it had a sunken bath to one side and a stone table at the other. It had a vaulted ceiling and as I looked up I started to feel dizzy as all the paintings seemed to be merging into one.   
    “Hey, easy there,” I said as one of the brutish women tried to undress me, getting frustrated with the button on my jeans and bringing me back to my situation.
    “Wait, just stop!” I shouted to another woman as she pulled at my T shirt as if she was trying to rip it from me.
    “Get off me!”
    “Now listen to me, girl!” Parmida suddenly came up in front of my face and shouted down at me as she was taller by a good few inches.
    “This body no longer belongs to you it belongs to the King! And as the King’s property it has been entrusted to my care to see that it is fit for him to bed. Now I will do that anyway I can with or without your consent. But this will go a lot quicker and easier if you do not fight my slaves, for know this, we will do this by force if that is the way it is to be. Do you understand?” I took a deep breath and knew what she was saying was right. In their world I was no longer my own person but just another body to warm the King’s bed and being in this world I now had to act the part. So as much as it pained me to do so, I nodded my acceptance and let my hands drop.
    “Very good. With an attitude like that you will make it far in this harem and you never know, one day you may find yourself head concubine,” Parmida said grinning, showing me a full set of yellowed teeth and when she took out a long wooden pipe to smoke I knew why.
    “Okay but, but… just let me do it.” I told her pushing the slave’s hands away from my private girl parts. I just knew this was going to feel like one violating moment after another and that I had no choice but to let it all happen. The slave looked towards Parmida and she only let go of me when her mistress nodded. So slowly I began to undress under too many watchful eyes to count. It was one of the most humiliating things I had ever done in my life and because of it I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking.
    I couldn’t look at the others as I started to pull each item of clothing off my body and when I was just down to my underwear I heard Parmida cluck her tongue, telling me she wanted it all off. I reached around to my back and unclipped my bra letting it fall on the pile next to my feet. Then I slipped my briefs from my legs and added them to what was left of my time.
    “Good. Very good, now into the bath with you!” she said clapping twice. I did as I was told and was at least thankful to find it warm as I slipped my leg under the water, followed by the rest of my reluctant body. I let my head fall