“What? No, no!” I whisper harshly, standing between the door and Sarah. “She can't see her brother like this.” I point to the lifeless body.
Sarah looks around, pulls the sheet she used to clean up the blood and throws it over him.
“Open the fucking door!” She says with furious eyes that scare me.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door just a few inches, so she can see my face.
Her brows drown together; she is surprised to see me here.
“Magno? What are you doing here?” she asks in her language, but I answer in English, so Sarah understands.
“Mistress, there is something I must tell you, but you must not scream,” I whisper carefully.
“Scream? You're scaring me, and why are you speaking in English?”
Sarah pushes the door wide open, just before I could both reply to Amira and react to Sarah’s movements. I guess having a petite frame compared to mine allowed her to be faster than me. Amira's face is pure confusion; she looks at Sarah and then at me.
“What’s going on here, who are you?”
Amira sharpens his senses for a few minutes, analyzing her, until she finds her slave choker hanging from her neck. Panic spreads across her face; she begins to take steps backwards but Sarah grabs Amira’s wrist and pulls her into the room, closing the door again.
“What are you doing?!” I shout as I help Amira's fragile little body.
Nobody can touch Amira, except me. I wrap my arms around her, and she starts to tremble till she finds blood on my shirt. She tries to get away, but Sarah distracts her by kneeling next to her and starts talking very slowly.
“Amira, my name is Sarah. I'm in this room because your brother Wasim stole me from the nursery and brought me here to rape me, Magno, came to my rescue.”
She looks at me with her frightened eyes and returns to Sarah.
“Where is Wasim?” she asks.
Sarah and I look at each other and that triggers Amira’s anxiety; she scans the room until she finds the big mound covered by a bloodstained sheet.
She is about to scream, but Sarah quickly covers her mouth.
“I need you to listen to me very carefully,” she whispers. “I know you hate this place, I know your father is a sick fuck, so I need you to join us, we must escape, and we must do it today. We came here for Magno and he only agrees to leave if you come with us. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Amira moves her head up and down. “Good, I'm going to let you go now, but you must promise not to scream, is that clear?” She nods again.
Sarah slowly releases her mouth.
“Magno, who is she? The police?”
“No mistress, she came with a man, they pretended to be a client and his slave, but she says he's my brother and he came for me.” My words sound hopeful for the first time in, well…an eternity.
“You have a brother?” she questions with a surprise tone.
I'm about to answer, but Sarah cuts me off.
“Of course he does! He has a family waiting for him. Youdoremember slaves are human with families, right?” I heard bitterness coming out of Sarah's throat, I had that grudge too, many years ago.
Amira gets up and walks away from me.
“Of course I know! I hate my father! I hate this place.”
“Then help us, Amira, we have to find a way out of this place,” Sarah begs.
Her jaw tightens and she shakes her head. She's thinking what I'm thinking, there's no escape.
“Dante,” Sarah calls me as she walks around the room. “Where's that security control post you mentioned earlier?”
