By Christian Laforet
The lift descended into the blackened earth. Felicia and Robi-Jo stood rigidly between the armed men. Overhead, through rusted mesh speakers, crappy pop music assaulted their ears.
“So…what do you guys do for fun around here?” Felicia flashed a smile to the man on her left. A grunt and a don’t-talk-to-me glare shot back.
The elevator came to a grinding halt. As soon as the doors opened, the guards shoved the girls out.
“Wow!” Robi whistled as she and Felicia entered a massive foyer lined with various doors on either side, a huge, spiraled staircase at the back and a dozen marble statues stationed at even intervals along the walls.
One of the guards exited the lift with the girls.
“You think that’s The Sensation?” Robi-Jo pointed towards one of the statues.
“Jeez, I hope not. That guy looks a teenager.”
“No talking!” the guard barked.
The armed man led them down a series of labyrinthine corridors until finally coming to a stop at a set of silver doors which stretched almost all the way to the arched ceiling.
Felicia caressed the precious metal of the door. “Holy smokes! Is this real silver?”
“Shut up.” The guard pushed the door open, then nudged the girls inside.
The harem was a lavish display of comfort. Luxurious beds and couches were positioned around the room. Trays of food and a fully stocked cabinet of fine wines and spirits stood at each end of the space.
“Hey, booze!” Felicia started towards the bar. (more…)