Delliria shrieked at the top of her lungs, “Let! Me! OUT!”

Her voice echoed around but nobody heard her desperate cry. Or they didn’t care. She promised she wouldn’t show weakness but here she was, eyes welling with angry tears.

“Please.” She whispered into the dirt as she laid down on her side, the leather restraints biting into her wrists as she tried to maneuver into a comfortable spot to sleep.

It would be months before they would let her out. Then, months of serving the stinky men who lived in this village. The village that Gozanta would always dump her off at when he found her. He must’ve known how she hated being pulled down to a servant’s level, how she loathed trying to please people who didn’t care.

“Next time… Next time it will be different.” Delliria hissed although the wound from the elephants on her ribs was still fresh and hurt with every breath.

She would make it out of here and get those sapphires, and finally be free of the bets her father had made for her when she hadn’t been born.