King of Slaves (Jenna's Story) (The Slave Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

didn’t want to be here either. “I just want to go home,” she muttered and wiped a tear from her cheek. 
     

 
    CHAPTER 3
    Convince Me
     
    Mensau, Spirima
    Never had Jenna felt so hungry. Her gut was noisily reminding her that she hadn’t eaten anything substantial for more than sixteen hours. The guards had brought a soup that was so spicy she couldn’t eat it. She was fantasizing about burgers, sandwiches, or just a bowl of cornflakes that would be crunchy in her mouth and take away the pain in her stomach.
    How long are they going to keep me here?
    Did they let Nick go or have they detained him too?
    Her mind was running in circles and so was her mood. She went from anger to sadness and back again. She was furious at the king for treating her this way. Only a dictator would strike downward because of such a small insult, and it was completely ridiculous, as he had to know she had no idea he was the king when she called him a baboon.
    After two days of isolation in the cell, the door finally opened and Nick and Erin came rushing in. They both hugged her, and Erin had tears in her eyes.
    “Oh, honey, what have they done to you?”
    The warmth of Erin’s motherly care made Jenna swallow hard. I will not cry. I will not cry.
    “I apologize for the smell in here. My bathroom is, as you can see, that bucket in the corner and the small sink over there. I haven’t been able to shower since we left Chicago.”
    “Oh lord, that is just horrific – are you saying you haven’t left this awful room since they brought you in here?” Erin exclaimed in indignation and stroked up and down Jenna’s back in a soothing manner. 
    Jenna shook her head in reply. “Please tell me I can go home.” She gave a deep sigh. “I’m so done with this country and these people.”
    “Yes, of course you’re going home, but I think you need to sit down first, Jenna,” Erin said with her deep drawl.
    “Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Nick asked.
    “The good news.”
    “Okay… We’ve been in contact with Miranda, and as you can imagine she was ready to charge onto a plane and come get you out herself. Your father has been informed and he just plain called the president right away.”
    Erin nodded, impressed. “I have to give it to ya, Jenna, you have the right people on your team. I didn’t know your father was a senator; that is really something.”
    Nick continued. “Contact has been made from the White House to King Kopilus with the demand of letting you out, right away.”
    “Then why hasn’t he released me yet?”
    Nick wrinkled his forehead. “That leads me to the bad news. Insulting His Majesty is considered a severe crime in this country and the penalty is up to two years in prison.”
    Jenna threw her hands in the air. “You got to be kidding me. What happened to freedom of speech? Don’t they have that?”
    “If they do, it doesn’t include calling the king a monkey.”
    “A baboon,” Jenna corrected him.
    “Same, same.”
    “But I didn’t know he was the king.”
    “We know that, but here’s the next thing that’s really unfortunate.”
    “What?” Jenna was afraid to ask.
    “Our president is making this a political statement and it looks like you’re becoming a small piece in a big chess game.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “If Spirima wants to receive the two-billion dollar aid package from the US, the king will have to convince you to stay. Apparently it’s now a condition that you are in charge of the project you were assigned to.”
    Jenna leaned her head back and covered her eyes with her forearm. “Oh, no.”
    “Yes, I’m afraid so.”
    “But I don’t want to stay.”
    “We understand, but there’s no way our president can’t back down and give in to King Kopilus’ demand that a man is appointed to do your job. The US has to make a clear statement.”
    “Then why not make it a condition that it was a female architect, but not me personally.”
    “Yes, that