[RATED R: Gore, Violence. Strong Language, Torture, Slavery]
A week. Seven days might as well have been a lifetime when every grueling moment had been spent beneath the iron fist of oppression. Each morning they would be awoken for food which was usually some variation of bugs or strange meats with only a cup of muddy water to fuel them. Then it was off to the mines where they dug and dug and dug some more all in vain until they were returned to the cells once more. It had only been a week of being a slave and Strelitzia already felt her hopes slipping away bit by bit, as if the shackles that had become her constant companions were slowly constructing around her heart as well.