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I nod, swallowing dryly. There’s no use pretending. I’m scared, and I hear Tessa whimpering behind me.

“The Toads will expect you to look and act like slaves,” Marcel warns. “Act as you did when you were first captured.”

Act? Why would I need to act – I am a slave.

But as if reading my mind, Marcel explains:

“Now you have an air of…defianceto you.”

I actually feel proud when he tells me that. I guess Icanfeel the old me coming back. However, the old me would have been smart enough to play along – so I loosen my shoulders, slumping my head down and keeping my gaze locked towards the floor.

“Much better,” Marcel nods.

I can’t believe that it’s come to this – after all that Ling and I achieved, and all the slaves we’d rescued.

Now, my only instruction is to:Look and act like slaves.

The pleasure dress clings to my body, and my mind churns that sentence over and over. I don’t need to do much about the look – I’ve already achieved it. The question is: Can I maintain the submissive illusion of a slave? Or will the old me rebel against such indignity?

Another question looms ahead of that one, though:

What does the ‘Finger of the Toad King’ expect from the Aurelians? And why does he require us to be there? Me and Tessa?

What does Lord Oblog want fromme?