Aria
The sound of the dungeon gates being dragged open is followed by a loud booming voice.
"It's time for the picking."
A mocking laugh follows the words, and I can tell that it's the other guards laughing.
What does he mean by that? And what's amusing about that announcement?
Rachel beside me seems to have frozen into some kind of lifeless statue, her face paling quickly.
"Everyone here knows the drill. Don't resist, or I'll enjoy it too much." The same voice is still talking, and everyone seems to be shaken up.
I don't understand what's going on, and when I try to tap Rachel, she flinches.
"Rachel? What's wrong? You zoned out. Are you okay?"
Instead of answering me, the shaken girl grabs my arm firmly, as if afraid I might disappear.
Her cheeks are still as white as snow, and
