HOURS PASSED IN THE heat of the room, she watched as water was passed to the slaves. Many of the women were too afraid to drink. She didn't care, she was so thirsty. She took the bowl of water and nodded her thanks to the Mech-Armour clad D’Shraki.
He paused a moment and made a note on a recording device. She didn't even pause to think on his actions as she sipped the water, easing the dryness of her mouth.
Further down the line a girl guzzled her bowl and promptly vomited it back up, coughing and spluttering. She wasn't given any more water. Zara shook her head knowing that one might not last much longer in this hole.
Movement caught her eye as she sipped her water. She noticed several women were being made to stand up as a group of D’Shraki moved along. She looked over the sobbin
