Chapter 6. Samantha, The Scheming B*tch!

To the slaves, she was still “the gentle one”—the girl who listened, shared, helped, and never caused trouble.

To Paula, she was “the obedient one”—submissive, unassuming, but oddly efficient. And useful.

Then came her golden moment.

Two of the favored lapdogs had been caught stealing honey from the Slave’s storehouse. No one knew who told Paula—but everyone suspected each other.

By the next morning, both twin girls Mira, and Mesa were demoted and reassigned to the waste pits.

And in their place? It was offered to Samantha. Like her usual habit, she rejected it and she was summoned by Paula herself.

Paula studied her with narrowed eyes, as if unsure whether to praise or punish her.

“You’ve got a strange way of surviving,” Paula muttered. “Either you’re smart, or you’re lucky.”

Samantha bowed, hiding her smirk.

“I only want to serve you well, ma’am.” She took the position.

And that was the beginning.

Now, Samantha had