guard opens the door and Kayden and the other level three slaves enter. As soon as he gets through the door I run at him and fling my arms around his waist, almost knocking him off his feet. I press my head against his chest and squeeze him tight. He’s hot and sticky and I can feel his heart thumping. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me on the top of my head. “I’ve missed you Savannah, I’ve been worried about you. Are you okay?”
I want to tell him how awful it is but I fear it may be even worse for him and I don’t want him to worry about me. “It’s been okay, I didn’t expect it to be great. They break a lot of rules though, Kayden. I want to make a complaint; do you know how I should do that?”
He sighs. “Let it go baby, they won’t listen to you, it’s not gonna make any difference. Just do what they tell you till you can get the hell out of here. Please.” He cups my face in his hands and gazes down at me.
“I heard it’s nasty in level three.” I blink up at him, trying to hold back my tears.
He smiles and pushes the corners of my mouth up with his thumbs. “Smile for me. I don’t see many happy faces in here.” I plaster a fake smile across my face but it feels more like a grimace. Kayden laughs softly. “Ten out of ten for effort baby.” He’s such a goof but he always manages to put a genuine smile on my face. My smile slips as I spot a guard approaching us.
“Dinner’s over. You’ve got thirty seconds to line up at the door.”
I whip my head around to glare at her. “He hasn’t eaten-”
Kayden spins me back around to face him, clasps my cheeks in his palms and presses his lips against mine. As his tongue probes my mouth I stroke my hands across his back. I’ve missed his kisses. He slowly pulls away and places his lips to my ear, his breath tickles me. “I love you Savannah. Keep your beautiful mouth shut, please,” he whispers.
My eyes are glued to him as he waits on the yellow line. As the guard unlocks the door, Kayden turns around and blows me a kiss. “See you tomorrow, beautiful.”
I’ll never get used to the sound of the door caging me in at night. I pace the floor. I’m upset that Kayden didn’t get time to eat and I want to go home. If I can’t go home I want to spend the night in Kayden’s arms, I want to feel safe again. I Take a deep breath and stare at the list of rules and regulations. It says here that fifty percent of the produce grown is supposed to be used to feed the slaves. From what I saw this morning, they seem to be selling ninety percent of it. It’s wrong; they shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this. “Hey,” I shout out loud enough so everyone in the room can hear, “do they have ever have fire drills?”
A guy in the bunk nearest to me pops his head up. “What’s a fire drill?”
“It’s when they set off an alarm on purpose, they pretend there’s a fire and you guys practice getting out safely. Have they ever done that?” He shakes his head. “Well, according to their rules, they’re meant to have a drill every month.” A sea of heads look in my direction, all have blank expressions on their faces. “This matters because if there was a fire, no one here knows what to do, we’d probably all die.” Shivering, I hug myself and pace the floor again. “We should be getting half of what’s grown in the field. We’re meant to get a shower and brush our teeth at the end of every day.”
“You can’t make them do what they don’t wanna.” I look towards the owner of the voice, a skinny guy who doesn’t look any older than seventeen.
“How do I make a complaint? Does anyone know?” They’re ignoring me; most of them are lying back down to go to sleep. “It’s worth trying; we can’t be any worse off than we are now. If they ignore my complaint, well, we outnumber them. We could refuse to work until they listen.”
“Great idea.” It’s another male voice but it’s coming from the back of
I want to tell him how awful it is but I fear it may be even worse for him and I don’t want him to worry about me. “It’s been okay, I didn’t expect it to be great. They break a lot of rules though, Kayden. I want to make a complaint; do you know how I should do that?”
He sighs. “Let it go baby, they won’t listen to you, it’s not gonna make any difference. Just do what they tell you till you can get the hell out of here. Please.” He cups my face in his hands and gazes down at me.
“I heard it’s nasty in level three.” I blink up at him, trying to hold back my tears.
He smiles and pushes the corners of my mouth up with his thumbs. “Smile for me. I don’t see many happy faces in here.” I plaster a fake smile across my face but it feels more like a grimace. Kayden laughs softly. “Ten out of ten for effort baby.” He’s such a goof but he always manages to put a genuine smile on my face. My smile slips as I spot a guard approaching us.
“Dinner’s over. You’ve got thirty seconds to line up at the door.”
I whip my head around to glare at her. “He hasn’t eaten-”
Kayden spins me back around to face him, clasps my cheeks in his palms and presses his lips against mine. As his tongue probes my mouth I stroke my hands across his back. I’ve missed his kisses. He slowly pulls away and places his lips to my ear, his breath tickles me. “I love you Savannah. Keep your beautiful mouth shut, please,” he whispers.
My eyes are glued to him as he waits on the yellow line. As the guard unlocks the door, Kayden turns around and blows me a kiss. “See you tomorrow, beautiful.”
I’ll never get used to the sound of the door caging me in at night. I pace the floor. I’m upset that Kayden didn’t get time to eat and I want to go home. If I can’t go home I want to spend the night in Kayden’s arms, I want to feel safe again. I Take a deep breath and stare at the list of rules and regulations. It says here that fifty percent of the produce grown is supposed to be used to feed the slaves. From what I saw this morning, they seem to be selling ninety percent of it. It’s wrong; they shouldn’t be allowed to get away with this. “Hey,” I shout out loud enough so everyone in the room can hear, “do they have ever have fire drills?”
A guy in the bunk nearest to me pops his head up. “What’s a fire drill?”
“It’s when they set off an alarm on purpose, they pretend there’s a fire and you guys practice getting out safely. Have they ever done that?” He shakes his head. “Well, according to their rules, they’re meant to have a drill every month.” A sea of heads look in my direction, all have blank expressions on their faces. “This matters because if there was a fire, no one here knows what to do, we’d probably all die.” Shivering, I hug myself and pace the floor again. “We should be getting half of what’s grown in the field. We’re meant to get a shower and brush our teeth at the end of every day.”
“You can’t make them do what they don’t wanna.” I look towards the owner of the voice, a skinny guy who doesn’t look any older than seventeen.
“How do I make a complaint? Does anyone know?” They’re ignoring me; most of them are lying back down to go to sleep. “It’s worth trying; we can’t be any worse off than we are now. If they ignore my complaint, well, we outnumber them. We could refuse to work until they listen.”
“Great idea.” It’s another male voice but it’s coming from the back of
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