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in his heart. Why wasn’t I born a
pure breed? he thought, even though he knew he should hate
them. But he wanted to feel this good again more than he wanted to
hate his captors. And the thought by itself was maddening. Hate
is the only meaningful feeling when you are a slave. It keeps you
alive. It keeps you strong .
    Mauricio removed his hand slowly, conscious
that he had soiled the white linen surrounding her delicate
fingers. One of the machines connected to her left hand started
beeping. He knew that it was time to make an exit. The girl’s lips
were slightly parted and Mauricio saw the white of her teeth. There
were so many things he wanted to ask her. And he was still curious
about the color of her eyes.
    The girl granted Mauricio’s wish right when
he decided it was wise to leave. He was retracing his steps toward
the door, carefully avoiding the snarl of cables entangled on the
floor, but allowed himself one last glance at her, when she
presented him with the most beautiful set of dark brown eyes. The
girl stared at him in confusion for a few seconds.
    “Oh my—” Mauricio lost control of his
dexterity and his right foot became entangled in the cables. He
thrashed around, his arms outstretched to break the fall and a
machine went down with him. Mauricio realized one second too late
that the transparent pipe that went flying along with the machine
was attached to a needle in the girl’s left arm. As it was yanked
out, her eyes grew wide, and then she screamed at the top of her
lungs.
    “It’s okay; I’m not going to hurt you. I’d
never hurt you. Please, keep it quiet,” Mauricio said, horrified by
her reaction. The girl screamed louder. Mauricio stood there,
thinking of the best way to calm her and lost precious moments he
should have used to escape. He moved a step closer to the bed and
the girl’s eyes reflected how terrified she was of him. Mauricio
felt a sting of pain that wasn’t physical and he jumped back toward
the door as if a jolt of electricity had shot through his body.
    A moment later, a nurse appeared at the
door. “Mistress, what’s wrong?” the woman asked and then screamed
when she saw Mauricio. Her hand reached for a button on the wall.
“I need help. There is a man inside the room!” she yelled loudly at
an intercom that had started pulsing red.
    “Stop where you are. Don’t move,” the nurse
ordered Mauricio. She looked at him with a mixture of fear and
disgust, and then she seemed to remember something. She fished in
her apron’s pocket, and from the look in her eyes, she found what
she was looking for.
    “Don’t move,” she said again before aiming a
Taser at Mauricio.

Chapter 4
    I must be alive . Mauricio woke up
with one of the worst headaches of his life. It took him several
minutes to get his bearings, and even when he did, he couldn’t be
sure of how he was faring. His body was aching everywhere, and
after a cursory inspection, he found that the left side of his face
was swollen. “I’m sure it could be worse,” he said just to hear his
own voice.
    When he tried to stretch his muscles, he
realized that his left leg was shackled to the wall. Where am I
now? He wasn’t in his cell, from the little he could see in the
dim light. He hadn’t slept on a bed, hard or otherwise, but on a
wet floor. “I’m not going to look down, I’m not going to look
down”, he repeated, but he did look down and immediately regretted
it. .
    Then, finally, when the fog had cleared, he
wondered why . Why am I still alive after the nurse found me in
the girl’s room? It just didn’t make sense that his life had
been spared. Unless what they want to do to me is worse than
death. Mauricio shuddered with foreboding. The girl was the
President’s daughter, after all. He shouldn't be alive.
    No , he thought with terrifying
clarity . It isn’t as simple as that . The nurse had Tasered a
slave who was attempting violence against the President’s daughter.
The girl had been screaming