"Sis…"
"Yeah?"
"Are we really doing this?" Vivienne asked apprehensively. She was currently in her sister's room, both were wearing their loose night garbs and were conversing in hushed tones.
"Why are you asking it like we have a choice?" Amara replied with a sorrowful grimace.
"Maybe…" Vivienne muttered, but she didn't dare say her thoughts out loud, fearing Quinlan could hear them.
They'd learned the hard way that he had a way of watching over them no matter the distance. Not understanding how the mechanism of his seemingly all-reaching eyes worked, they didn't dare act out.
The pair could only curse their horrible luck.
Their lives turned from that of utmost privilege to being not only objectified and used for their oppressor's advantage, but they were even sentenced to 10,000 nights of torture, which both of them found to be outrageous and hypocritical from a slaver like Quinlan, but they didn't dare voice such thoughts out loud.
