#slave pits

With the thin reassurance that the biting pupae didn’t hurt anymore than the neuronic whip had, he dumped me into the slime pit.

I felt bad for splashing a nearby woman as I landed, but she waved off my concern.

“Don’t worry about getting dirty, either.” She said in a dreary monotone, “You’ll never be clean again.”

“Cheery thought.” I muttered under my breath as one of the guards cracked a whip overhead. I took the hint and got to work digging in the muck.

I needed to find Sansia Bardrin and come up with a plan to get both of us out of here before either she or I started to sound like the rest of these slaves. I felt a red hot thread of anger worm its way through me as I considered a future mucking around for pupae under the watchful eye of leering sadistic Drach’nam guards. Never clean again.