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captive at Rigby’s mercy. Even if I wanted to fight, the metal securely holding my ankles prevented me from doing much of anything.
    The darkest questions inundated my exhausted mind. What would Rigby Moss do to me? Did he have a plan? Why hadn’t he killed me? There must have been a reason for not doing what his men all wanted. All he had to do was slice my throat and move on, never giving me a second thought. Killing wasn’t something he hadn’t done before. You could not be a leader of the Cyan and not have killed. So why? Would he torture me for information that I may or may not have? I supposed I did have some information of value, although in all truth, I would offer that info to the Cyan with no need of torture. I would betray the Penna gladly.
    I looked down at my wrist once held by Rigby’s powerful, large hand, and grimaced at the sight of my feathers. My fucking feathers. I hated them as much as the Cyans did. They marked me. Branded me. Forced me to be something—or someone—I wasn’t. And now Rigby and all his men had seen them. Exposing my feathers was far more embarrassing than exposing my flesh, though that had been mortifying in itself.
    A breeze blew up the dark brown tendrils of my hair as someone rushed into my tent with a burning torch in his hand. “We’ve got early hours, Penna cunt.” I backed away quickly and stared into Oakes’ darkened eyes. The heat of the torch flickered tiny embers onto my snowy floor.
    “Where are my clothes?” I asked, my eyes stark and wide. “I need them to go outside.” This fact wasn’t the truth, since feathers were actually enough to weather the most brutal of storms, but I would insist on it anyway.
    “Confiscated,” Oakes replied.
    “You cannot just take what is mine!”
    “It would seem we already did.” Oakes leaned in, lowering the torch too close to my face. “Rigby chose to strip you bare and keep you that way, now didn’t he?” He slid his thumb against my soft white throat. I didn’t flinch or squirm. He then placed some clothing effects befitting a Cyan fighter into my lap.
    “What are these?” I asked. “These are not my clothes.”
    “New orders from Rigby. Put them on.” He pulled out a key, knelt down, and unlocked the metal around my ankles, setting me free.
    “Why? I’ll look like a Cyan fighter.”
    “Maybe that is the point, Penna cunt. Maybe Rigby wants to use and abuse you.”
    “He wants me to fight? Against my own people?”
    Oakes didn’t answer but stood up and brushed the snow off his pants.
    “What if I refuse?” I asked.
    “Then you can stay here as a naked slave. The plan would still be to use and abuse you, but as a slave. It will just be using you in another way.” He chuckled at his own sick statement. “The choice is yours. Be used as a fighter, or be used as a dirty sex slave. If you ask me, I would prefer you as a sex slave.”
    “You would,” I mumbled, using the clothing to shield my nakedness from his eyes.
    “Listen, Penna cunt—”
    “Stop calling me that!” I spat.
    The smile he gave me dripped evil. “Listen, Tudor . I don’t agree in the slightest with Rigby’s decision to see what you’ve got when it comes to fighting. But thanks to an ambush from some of you Penna fucks, we have lost a lot of good men. We need an archer, and I guess Rigby thinks you can fill that spot.”
    “So he wants me to join you as an archer? To be part of your team?” I could barely comprehend the absurdity of what he was saying.
    “Stop asking so many fucking questions and get dressed, or I swear to God I will chain you back up and fuck your tight little Penna cunt and make you a breeder whether you like it or not.”
    As Oakes backed out of the door, I was seized by a sense of urgency. I could run. I could use this opportunity of freedom, escape into the storm, and hope they wouldn’t chase after me. Not having the courage to do so, I jammed my feet in the heavy leather shoes and slunk into a