You hesitate, pondering your options. You figure your best move is to play along as the submissive slave until you can gain access to a drake, and from there certain freedom, although the odds of you being successful are slim. You are also tempted to take that key, gain access to the main house and fill your belly with food and a saddle bag with treasure... or the more immediate temptation young Sasha's lithe frame represents...
Your mate Djuba is not privy to these ruminations. As far as he knows, you have adopted a servile posture and intend to continue to carry out the Kjellborg's orders even unto death. Apparently he disagrees as he springs into action.
Although you are both Africans, Djuba is not your kin, nor of your tribe. You only met after becoming slaves. He is pleasant company, but quick to anger, and not as thoughtful as you. You know that his hatred for Athenapolis, and the Kjellborgs, is almost all-consuming.
Sasha's impatient sneer is quickly replaced by wide-eyed terror as Djuba lunges forward, wrapping his hands around her throat and pushing her backwards into the wooden wall. Seething with rage, he hisses at her in his native language, incomprehensible both to you and to the suddenly powerless rich girl.
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