They did not walk out the same door Zarah had brought her into the training room the first time around. Instead, Arabella was made to crawl on her hands and knees through the second gate.
Anytime the young woman took a split second too long to move forward, the old hag would make it her job to tug at the leash that ended around her neck.
Beyond that second barrier stood what appeared as a dormitory for women, all of which looked younger than forty years of age.
Some showed a variety of cuts and bruises across the visible parts of their skin while others clearly bore children at their cores too.
Did the pregnant pleasure slaves still serve in that condition?
Why should it be surprising? The cruelty that coursed Cedric's veins knew no bounds. Arabella continued to find that out with every second spent in that hellhole.
"Tuck your feet under your ass and sit on them!" Zarah ordered, "I want you to face these brave women as you are introduced," she grinned.
