章 37: Initiation
Thick beads of sweat ran the short distance between two close points on my creased forehead before dropping gracefully on my hand, some dropped into the grains I was sieving, satisfying me for some lame reason. Like would it poison the whole grain? You can see how lame my thought was at the moment, but I think it had been brought about by the tiredness that clogged me now like an insistent child who was not ready anytime to leave her mother. My knees were weak, and my soul, faint. I needed food too, and i needed to sleep. I must have worked for four hours, I thought, considering how tired and worn out I felt. My back ached too, and my hand felt sore. I had to rest. I concluded, dropping the sieve on one side of the floor, next to the unsieved bags which still remained their number of nine, for I was still with the less than half filled bag.
I refused to dwell on the proportionality of my remaining strength to the mass of the work ahead of me. I needed to rest, and that I did in my own way-by settling on the floor gently, my legs stretched forth before me, before resting my head on the sack which I had been working on. It was peaceful, discounting the stomach grumblings which started and stopped intermittently, as if announcing their presence in my present state. I cussed, as I shifted and stirred myself into a more comfortable position.
I didn't know how long I must have slept, but it didn't matter when I felt the splash of cold water on my face. For a second, I embraced the coolness of the natural liquid, but frowned the next in my tired sleepy state when I realized that it had been splashed harshly, and not gently poured in a certain way to soothe my burning skin, or perhaps given to me to cool my thirsty tongue.
My taskmistress must be back! I thought frantically, my heart beat skyrocketing immensely, bracing myself for a trip of slaps, even as I slowly opened my eyes.
You could imagine my shock and anger then, when I found out that the water dispenser hadn't been Rose at all, but the girl that I had seen in the arms of the bulky man, Francis, last night. With her were three more girls, one of them being the girl that had tripped me down this morning. It was obvious that they were here to bicker and quarrel, they were here for trouble; but sadly I was too tired to give into that. It didn't mean that I would show them that though. I thought, as I slowly got up from the floor. I glared at them once I was standing on my two feet.
Those jellyheads! I cussed, noting the mischievous looks on their faces.
Shouldn't they be working with me, with other slaves to relieve the pain that accompanied their stay here, and not to increase the hardship? Shouldn't they all be on one side like a big sisters forum. I mused, mostly disappionted, not believing that the bullying syndrom would also happen in a pack of slaves that should be huddled together. Why would a slave think herself so highly than another slave? Didn't they all sleep in prisons, and ate the same food? Or was it because the girl in front of me was Francis slut? Had the others slept with him too? I didn't know, and I didn't care. I just wanted them out of the storeroom.
"Cat got your tongue, eh…" The girl who had tripped me down started sardonically, and I scoffed, which for some reason caused the girls to chuckle wickedly.
"She seems like a fiesty one." one of the girls said. I didn't know her. I haven't seen her before, if not, i would have at least remembered her face. I might forget a name, but never a face. My brain was so good at remembering visuals.
"Well, that just landed her into trouble." The girl whom I had seen yesterday's night stated, and I cackled with a devious laughter of mine, before folding my arms across my chest, glaring at them. I had surprised them, I knew. I could see the slight shock on their faces even though they were trying to cover it all up. I had surprised myself too. But holding Nick's words dear at heart, I stiffened up and puffed my chest, chin up as I stared contemptuously at each of them. They didn't need to know that I didn't have a wolf. That would be the death of me.
"Why had you jellyheads emptied a can of water on me?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows, refusing to let my fear which was beneath that cold exterior of mine, known.
"Jellyheads?? Huh…" The girl from last night queried with wide eyes and scoffed, and I shrugged in indifference even though my heart beat wildly out of fear. They were four girls and could overpower me at any time. I needed a distraction. Someone to come in and stop this madness, while preventing my false bravery from being blown away into the wind as chaff. But who?
"You really do have a lot of guts…" The girl stated, taking two steps towards me, that she was now right in front of me; a step more, and our foreheads would have been touching. We were of the same height.
"Is it because of the doctor? Have you slept with him? You know his mate wouldn't hesitate to kill you right?" she asked, and I snorted, disgusted by her line of thought.
"I'm not as fickle as you. I'm not a slut. It's disheartening enough that I am a slave, but a slut too? That's most humiliating." I said, a small smile carving out on my lips when I saw her eyes burn with fury. I was sure that her nostrils were flaring with the way she inhaled deeply, and exhaled out in the same way.
"A smart mouth, huh. Guys get the tools. It's time we welcomed our new friend more amicably. Let's begin the initiation ceremony." she said, and I furrowed my eyebrows.
What the hell was she talking about? An initiation ceremony?
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