SAMANTHA
As soon as the soldiers entered the training room, the other sex slaves erupted into whispered chatter.
"Why would the king suddenly want to see her? Did she mess up or something?" one of them hissed, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Serves her right. She made herself too noticeable," another chimed in, crossing her arms with a smug smirk.
"She's always been a troublemaker. It wouldn't surprise me if she gets kicked out one of these days," a third added, her voice dripping with venom.
Their eyes gleamed with malicious delight as they glanced my way, but I paid no mind to their words or their smirks. I kept my composure and followed the soldiers, knowing I had to face whatever awaited me. Sooner or later, trouble always came knocking. I didn't think I'd done anything wrong, so there was no reason to be scared.
