Naomi is taken away for some training

Naomi struggled the best she could against the men who had hold of each arm, she tried to dig her feet into the floor, but she was dragged along regardless.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she was pulled along the corridor. They entered another room and she was shoved up against a wall, cheek pressing firmly, uncomfortably against it.

She swore at them, screamed every insult she knew, but they held her tight still, bending her arm behind her back and she cried out.

The scream turned into a sob as the grip loosened and she leaned against the wall.

Her other arm was pulled down and she felt the cold steel against her wrists as her hands were cuffed. They turned her around and one of the men shoved her shoulder firmly so her back was tight against the wall.

The woman had returned and now stood between the two men. In any other situation, they might have all looked comical in their military uniforms with handcuffs and gags attached to their belts. But Naomi was more frightened than she ever had been in her life.

“Wh- where are you taking me?” her throat had lost its strength from all the screaming, and her heart had lost the will to fight back, at least for now.

“You’re going to our detention centre, where you’ll be disciplined.”

Tears filled Naomi’s eyes. “You can’t do this to me!” she screamed, or tried to anyway, little more than a squeal came out.

The woman gave the two men a glance and Naomi was quickly turned around again, a pair of hands grabbed her hair and lifted it. Then she felt something fill her mouth. A ball. She could see the red in the bottom of her eye.

A ballgag.

She struggled, but it was no use, they’d already tightened it around her head and there was no way to spit it out now.

She was turned back around and the woman faced her again. “I’d suggest you keep your filthy mouth shut from now on. It’ll only get you into more trouble, slavegirl. And stop struggling, or else your punishments will get more severe.”

The men took her by each arm and walked her out of the room like she was some criminal. She sobbed now, but she’d stopped fighting, it was no use.

She was pushed down some horrid corridor with the yellowy walls peeling off, the sort of place they'd take a **** smuggler.

The sun blinded her eyes when they opened the double doors outside to a fenced off parking lot with a few vans parked in it. There was razor wire on top of all the fencing.

They pushed her into the back of a prison van and she took a seat on the bench as it set off. A while later, they arrived at the detention facility.