Finished with Fatima, the women went to the brass trays and sat, sinking back on their heels and placing their hands on their laps. Sometimes I also redden the lower lips, so that like flower petals, my folds draw the bee.” She looked up. He held it near the woman’s side and an arc of purple electricity shot from the bulb to her skin. Obviously, they thought Fatima undeserving, and the women who’d served didn’t warrant even a nod of thanks. She hung there naked, but head high, a prize for the men. As it was, Fatima tugged on the leash, making her face forward again. The man supported Fatima on the walk back to the room. The man strode behind the hanging girl. Our clothes are lavish. Which was to say, none at all. It is here we will die.”
The words froze Brigit’s blood. We loved each other and planned to marry, so I slept with him.
Chapter 3
The trip to the dining hall, the meal, and the walk back were not much more than a blur to Brigit. Brigit knew she’d never erase the sounds of the woman’s screams from her mind.
