Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
It was the same day as yesterday, the same clear sky, the same suffocating quiet of the outdoors. In the distance, a large bird circled the skies, probably finding a dead carcass in the snow.
My eyes scanned the cabins, wondering which ones housed the men who ran this camp. Did they sleep separately or together? Who was the leader of this camp? Where did they store supplies? To travel a hundred miles in any direction to civilization, they needed a reserve of supplies. “Do you live here?”
“You think I commute?”
I walked beside him, seeing the other women stepping out of their cabins with their guards to be escorted to the clearing to begin work. “I’m just trying—”
“I know what you’re trying to do.” Clouds of vapor erupted from his hood. “Let me save you some time. Not a single prisoner has escaped this camp. The ones who have tried to run were hunted down then hung. One woman made it farther than the others, but when we found her, she’d been eaten by wolves. Don’t try it.”
“So, I’m just supposed to live here for the rest of my life?”
“No. You’re supposed to live here until someone stronger replaces you. We’re the largest coke distributors in Europe. We need to work fast, every single day, to make sure these shipments get out.”
That meant wagons must carry the drugs out of here often…back in the direction from which I came. “You couldn’t hire people to do our job?”
“When we’re just going to kill them? No.” Another cloud of vapor came from his hood.
Every morning, I awoke from my dreams to the same nightmare—over and over. “Why do I have my own cabin when the rest of the girls bunk together?”
“We keep the difficult ones in isolation.”
“Why?”
“You can figure it out.”
They didn’t want us to talk to one another, but they couldn’t prevent that from happening at night in the cabins. If I were able to converse with the others, I would stage a coup. My sister was probably with a group of women because they’d known she was submissive the second we arrived. But I certainly wasn’t. “So…you just live here? Like, forever?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“I’ve got nothing else to do.”
He continued to walk, his strides nearly twice as long as mine. “It’s a new day. I suggest you take the opportunity to turn things around. Keep your head down, do what you’re told, and you might have a nice time here.”
“A nice time?” I asked incredulously. “Are you psychotic?”
“Not the first time I’ve been asked that…”
It didn’t matter that every woman before me had been unsuccessful. I was too young to live out the best years of my life in this frozen hell. My sister was too young to let her beauty dry out in the winter wind.
“Good behavior is rewarded. Loyalty is worshiped.”
“I don’t want a goddamn book or extra meat for dinner,” I snapped.
“There’re better things besides books and food, but with an attitude like that, you’ll never find out.” He stopped when he reached the clearing. He turned to face me and extended his arm, indicating the table where I would slave away until lunchtime. “Good luck.” He turned and walked away, passing the other guys who surrounded the clearing. He entered the same cabin as last time.
More girls entered the clearing and got to work.
I grabbed the boxes and put them on the table, the muscles of my back aching because I was sore from the day before. Within a couple of weeks, I’d be ripped, which was a good thing. I needed to be strong to get out of here.
It was difficult to distinguish between the men who watched us, but I was certain I recognized the man who’d hit me, based on his height compared to the others, the way he carried his body. I thought it was odd that my guard woke me up in the morning and locked me up at night, but I didn’t see him at any other time throughout the day. The hierarchy of this place was impossible to gauge.
I moved to the table to grab a box.
Bethany was there, breaking through the tape to get the flaps folded back. “You look like shit.”
“Yeah?” I did the same to my box. “I feel like it too.”
“I brought you some pills.” She pulled out the plastic and folded it down over the edges so it would be easier for the girls to scoop.
I kept my eyes on my work, but I was touched by the offer. “I’m feeling better, so I don’t need it. But thank you.” I didn’t want to take her supplies when she worked for it by kissing up to these assholes.
“Keep it for another time. Trust me, you’ll need it.”
“Beth, I don’t want to take your stash.”