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Part LI “Such a waste.”
Relena forced herself to remain still as the guard’s eyes roved over her. It was the first time she had seen this one. Usually her food or clothes were shoved into the cell and the door slammed before she could get a glimpse of the deliverer. “Even with your face the way it is, you’re still quite the looker.” He eyes strayed from her face to below. “Of course, faces ain’t what’s important.” She flinched as he ran a finger down the center of her chest. The guard’s face contorted in anger at her reaction. He grabbed a fistful of her shirt, pulling her towards him. “Think you’re better than me? Huh, bitch?” The door slammed opened, banging against the wall. The guard dropped her as he whirled towards the intruder. Relena raised her head and her blood went cold. It was the man in the gray coveralls, and he was absolutely furious. “What is going on here!” “I was just having some fun,” the first guard said, quickly distancing himself from Relena. “She is not here for your fun!” “I just thought—” “You are incapable of thought,” the man interjected. “Get him out of my sight. I will deal with him later.” Another guard moved quickly to follow the order. The man stood over Relena, studying her. In a lightning move, he grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet. “It would appear that you are no longer safe here.” Relena bit her tongue to stop herself from telling him that safe was a relative term. He pulled her into the hallway and dragged her past several doors. He finally stopped, opened one, and shoved her into the room. “Have a seat.” The door was slammed closed and locked. Relena rubbed her arm as she glanced the room. It’s only furniture in the tiny room was a rather battered chair. ‘Now what?’ she thought as she sat down. |
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