Should Have Been Drowned

When the brute spoke, she couldn't recognize his voice but had wondered if maybe the masters were already undergoing her punishment. Her ears flicked toward him while she still struggled to get all the remaining water out from her lungs. He told her to settle down but... she couldn't. He had called for someone while she may have pulled her chin back in but was still balanced on her back.

Break. He had asked where she came from and she couldn't help but feel frightened that he would take her back if she wasn't back on the ship. Break. Her eyes carefully opened as she realized she didn't recognize the room. Break.  She still didn't move from her position. "The... Atlas trade." Her voice was quiet as she stared up at the ceiling. She wouldn't have lied to him anyway, but she still had that nagging fear of being taken back. She could have begged him not to, but she knew better than that. She was interested in who he called but wasn't sure of his intentions with her overall. All she could feel was him leering over her while she almost refused eye contact with him, but true fear had fled from her emotions long ago.

"Reila"