Chapter 7

The crowd cheered King Philip on as he announced he would take Danika first.

Danika swallowed the panic and humiliation she was feeling and tried to detach herself from the present. When the king started playing with the strap of her flimsy top, she wanted to scream ‘No’, but the word caught on her throat and couldn’t get past. She took several steps backwards without knowing that she had moved.

His displeasure showed on his face, and his hand shot out to her chain-collar, then he dragged her back. “Behave,” he commanded curtly.

Danika nodded, not wanting more punishment to befall her.

He let go of her straps, then dipped his hand under her short skirt. He caressed her underwear, and Danika felt like vomiting.

“Get the clothes outta the way, Philip. We’ve got to see,” Moreh grunted, toying with the collar of his own slave, who melted into him.

Danika kept reminding herself not to react. She must detach herself from what was happening. It wouldn’t