End game

Truly he had lost his mind, Agassiz thought to herself as a few moments later large platters laden with food were brought in and served to them. Her starved belly screamed at her as soon as the scent hit her nostrils but she refused to move even an inch, sitting still as calm water on the edge of his bed, still wrapped in a towel. Agba heard her stomach and smiled, shoving a full tray at her, "Come now, eat. I know you are hungry," he said. She gradually relaxed and began to eat and as she did he climbed on the bed behind her with a hairbrush of all things. Once again she had resigned herself to just go with it and kept eating as he brushed her hair and when he was satisfied with his work, he quickly braided it in a long plait down her back and tied it off with a bit of string.

Standing he clapped her on the shoulder, "Get dressed we are leaving. There are clothes behind you." With that he left her alone.

Not wanting to lose the chance of getting her modesty back Agassiz dressed quickly and continued to eat as much as she could until Agba returned some moments later, himself dressed. He stood at the door and motioned for her to come and she sighed to herself, wondering where this end game would take her. He motioned for a few of the guards to follow them and they walked for what seemed like hours in her weakened state and eventually she slowed to a stop and crumpled to the ground exhausted. He stopped and frowning picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to his ship. They boarded the ramp and his men moved to the cockpit to begin their journey. Agba carried her to his quarters on the ship and laid her on his bed.

"Rest now, you'll be in your own bed again soon enough," he said, and then turned and left her shutting the door behind him. Too tired to even try and comprehend what was going on and with food finally in her belly, she fell asleep before he finished closing the door.