Naomi spends a week in boot camp

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, all she’d managed to do was make her shoes screech on the floor.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she was pulled along the corridor by her toes, then they entered another room and she was shoved up against a wall, her cheek and breasts pressing against it as one man gripped her permed hair tight. 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 in pain, then let out a few sobs. She’d never been so scared.

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.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’re going to spend a week in our boot camp,” the woman said with a smirk. “You really should’ve worn the collar.”

“Boot camp?”

“Yes. It’s where we send all our disobedient slaves. You’re not going to like it there, trust me. It’s like being in the army, but much worse. Take her away.”

“You can’t do this to me, I’m an American citizen!”

“You’re in Naruda now darling.”

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

They pushed her into the back of a prison van and she took a seat on the bench as it set off, her hands still cuffed behind her back. It was dark in here with no windows and all she could do was sit as the van drove along. After an hour or so (as far as Naomi could guess) the van bounced around a little more. Maybe the roads were more uneven here. A while later the van finally came to a stop.