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Part XL The door opened with a harsh, grating sound. It woke Relena from her light doze. A bowl appeared, the hand that delivered it disappearing as the door closed.
For a moment, she fought her body’s urges. The smell of the soup quickly filled the room. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten, and her stomach growled in anticipation. However, she just stared at it. She knew nothing of the people who had kidnapped her. Why were they holding her? Was she worth more to them dead or alive? “It doesn’t matter,” she muttered. She retrieved the bowl and returned to the bed. She allowed herself a sniff before beginning to drink the broth. She was almost finished when the drugs began to exert their effects. Relena closed her eyes as the room began to spin. The bowl fell from her weakened hands and shattered on the floor. ‘Why drug me?’ she wondered. However, even thinking was taken great effect. Everything felt heavy and weak. With a moan, she collapsed, sprawling across the cot. ‘Where can I go?’ Her mind was so muddled. ‘Why?’ The darkness overpowered her. She didn’t stir as the door open, its accompanying noise echoing in the room. The remains of the soup were quickly cleaned from the floor before the politician was arranged more comfortably on the cot. The guard smiled as he watched her sleep. She was beautiful. However, they didn’t need her services at the moment. He definitely didn’t need her to make trouble before then. “Sleep well, princess.” Relena didn’t respond to the voice or to the resounding slam of the cell door. |
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