Forty-Three
“Terribly sorry for all the man handling, but at least now you have something a bit more…appropriate to wear. After all once my husband is awake we will need to get the two of you ready to take over this tiny kingdom.” Serena said taking a sip from a battered teacup.
Ash narrowed her eyes. “Absolutely not.” She croaked.
She was propped up in a chair across from Serena inside a tent. After arriving at the cult’s camp she had been stripped and put into an outfit that consisted of a purple crop top with long sleeves with swirling glitter designs, and skin-tight purple pants. Serena had allowed her to have a small portion of the antidote to the paralyzing agent. Ash was only able to speak, and have some control of her spine, but her arms and legs still felt heavy.
Serena put down her cup. “Come now, you’re smarter than that. You have so much potential, it would be a shame to waste it on this puny little island.”
“No.”