Two Silver

He flips the coins of gold and silver. Miraculously, or rather, unfortunately, they both land on silver. Meaning you just lost your rights as a citizen. Meaning, that whatever's next is completely and utterly beyond you. Before you can even process the loss, rough hands grab you from behind. The two thugs haul you up from your chair like you weigh nothing.

“Ah, wait!” you cry out.

The leader watches with a calm, satisfied smile as they drag you kicking and screaming toward the back exit.

“You belong to the house now.”

You thrash desperately, but it's no use. One of them twists your arm painfully behind your back while the other clamps a meaty hand over your mouth. They drag you through a narrow hallway behind the gambling floor. You feel empty, and soon, resign yourself to your fate.

At the end of the hall, a heavy iron door opens into a back room. They throw you inside . You stumble and fall onto your knees on the dirty floor. The door slams shut behind you.

The leader steps in , closing the door with a soft click. He looks down at you with dark amusement. Pleasure, playing in his dark, cruel eyes.

“Welcome to the real world, Miss Yera. Now, you won't be paying with lentimes.” He crouches in front of you and tilts your chin up with two fingers. “You pay with this body.”