Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Natasha’s POV

The morning came too soon.

I barely slept the night before-just lay on the narrow cot in my tiny room, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with fear and dread

about what was coming.

The gladiatorial games. Today.

I have to survive today. Whatever happens, I have to survive.

Around dawn, the doors started opening. Guards moved through the slave quarters, calling out names. Summoning people.

“All female slaves report to the preparation hall!” one guard shouted. “Immediately!”

Then, moments later: “Male slaves designated for service-report to the south corridor!”

*That’s me. I’m one of the ones designated for service.

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I got dressed quickly-the cleanest clothes I had, which still weren’t very clean. My hands shook as I wound the binding around my chest,

making sure it was tight and secure.

Can’t let anyone see. Can’t let anyone know.

I left my room and joined the flow of other slaves moving through the corridors. There were so many of us-more than I’d realized.

We were separated into groups. The female slaves gathered from islands across the archipelago-maybe a hundred of them-were led in

one direction. The male slaves designated for service-about twenty of us-were led in another.

The archipelago must have held hundreds of slaves, maybe more.

I looked for Lucy among the women but couldn’t spot her. There were too many, and they all wore the same drab clothing, their heads

down.

Please be safe, Lucy. Please.

The preparation hall was a large room with stone walls and high windows. Several Lycan guards stood watch while an older human wom

-stern-faced and efficient-moved among us with assistants.

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“Listen carefully, she announced. You will all be fitted with service collars. These mark you as attendants, not entertainment. Do not

remove them. Do not damage them. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” we chorused.

The assistants moved through our group, fitting each of us with a leather collar. Not the thick, heavy kind worn by labor slaves. These were thinner, almost decorative, with a small metal tag that bore some kind of symbol.

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When they reached me, an assistant-a middle-aged woman with tired eyes-fastened the collar around my neck. It was snug but not

choking.

“This marks you as a server,” she said quietly. “Keep your head down. Don’t make eye contact with the lords or their guests unless directly addressed. Pour wine, bring food, clear dishes. If one of them wants… more from you- She paused, her expression sympathetic. “-you comply. Quickly and without complaint. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered.

She moved on to the next slave.

Comply quickly and without complaint. Just like Lucy said.

They’re going to rape us. It’s not a question of if, but when.

My stomach turned, but I forced the nausea down.

Survive. That’s all that matters. Survive.

After we were all collared, the guards led us out of the fortress through a side gate I’d never seen before.

Outside, the morning sun was bright and harsh. I squinted against the light, my eyes still adjusted to the dim corridors inside.

We walked along a wide path made of crushed stone. Other groups of slaves were ahead of us-the female slaves, maybe a hundred strong, walking in a long column. Behind us came more male slaves, but these looked different.

Fighters. Gladiators.

They were thin and malnourished, their skin covered in old scars and bruises. Most had hollow, dead eyes. The look of men who k

they were going to die today.

God. Those poor men.

The path led us toward a massive structure in the distance- the Blood Fang Arena.

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“Look at them!” someone shouted.

“Fresh meat!”

“I want that one-the blonde!”

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