There wasn't. She had to accept that.

The answer filled her with despair, and made her want to cry. No matter how much she thought, or how hard she tried, she couldn't think of a single way to get out of this. She was trapped here, trapped with a man who lived to torment her, and she would be **** to endure his games again and again, until he finally grew bored of them. Then, what would happen to her? Would she simply remain in the cell? Or work as a common servant like Sarah? Abused and degraded out of hand, with no chance to escape even then.

She balled her fists, and felt her heart hammering in her chest. The gentle prickle of tears in her eyes. it wasn't fair. Her people had done nothing wrong. They had done nothing to draw such evil upon themselves, but the empire had not cared. They had come, and they had taken, and they had conquered. Now, where were her people? Her armies? her cities?

Her family?

Gone. All gone now, like dust in the winds.

Why was she the one who had been **** to survive?