Freya’s pov
The words “fatten you” made my skin crawl like cold water. He said it like preparing a pig for market.
“Take her to the Dove’s tent,” he said to a guard who had been standing just out of the way.
I couldn’t even fight as I was dragged away. Before I knew it I was shoved into a tent where I saw women like me. They weren’t chained but they were standing and sitting around with wide eyes. They seemed to have gotten used to their new lives.
The guard shoved me forward as a woman passed me to talk to the guard before the guard left and she turned to me.
“Welcome,” she smiled. “I’m Lila. Don’t worry. We take care of each other here. We’re sisters.”
“Sisters?” I repeated without thinking, because the word was a joke in a place like this. “You call this sisterhood?”
She patted
