Chapter Nine
Felicia sobbed and cried and blubbered. Neha simply held her, rocking her back and forth as she made soft, crooning noises. They were both naked, back in that dark, nasty little cell where Felicia was kept whenever they weren’t trying out some new torment on her. She was past caring what they would do to her next. She clung desperately to Neha, who let her cry herself out.
“I want to die,” Felicia moaned weakly. “I can’t take this. I can’t!”
“Ssssh,” Neha said softly. “You must. It is not as bad as it could be for you. It can be worse. Much worse.”
“How?” Felicia sobbed weakly.
“You would not want me to tell you,” Neha replied.
“How do you stand it?” Felicia asked. “Is it easier in the harem?”
“It is,” Neha admitted. “It is much easier in there.”
Felicia sniffled. “I
