~CYNTHIA
The day Althea got thrown into the Slave Hall was the day everything got destabilized.
I gritted my teeth as I stared down at the sleeping form of Althea. She looked so innocent. As if she was not the greatest source of my discomfort. The girls who now supported her surrounded her in a protective circle and I scoffed.
"As if any of them can stop the masters from taking her if they want to. How pathetic," I muttered under my breath. After all, they had fallen asleep. Anyone could sneak in and take her away again.
Darkness had long fallen upon us from the time that Althea had been brought back and the hall was illuminated by burning candles. And as I stared at the candles, evil thoughts entered my head; thoughts that I believed would solve my problem.
Was it too much to ask fo
