Chapter Twelve
Felicia shifted uncomfortably on her sleeping mat. She was sure that what little padding there was in it was shifting with continued use, leaving some parts thinner and other parts uncomfortably lumpy.
She sighed to herself. For all of her efforts, she was still kept in this dim, depressing cell, usually in complete isolation. She had hoped to be part of the harem by now. It would still be a vile, degrading, disgusting existence in there, but it would be a much more comfortable vile, degrading, disgusting existence. There would be better food, things to drink besides water, couches to lie on instead of beat-up old mats, and some human company. Instead, she was still here in this dingy cell, uncomfortable and alone. What was the old line about who did you have to f**k to g
