Chapter 13: Clam Before the Storm
Anaya’s P.O.V:
“What’s a Scribt?”
I’ve never heard the word before, but I knew it couldn’t be anything good. And by the way Mary was looking at the floor; I knew it was something awful. “Mary?” I asked again, this time with a firmer voice.
“It’s like a P.A of sorts. We keep track of the women they’ve slept with, make sure no woman is repeated and cover up after them so no one finds out about them.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “So basically, we’re their servants.”
Mary winced at my tone by nodded unwillingly. She knew I was right. There was no other word for it, we were pretty much going to be slaving for them. “Do I have a choice in this?”
“You do.” Mary turned towards me. “You can choose to walk away, but if you do that then your memories will be er
