I knew we are out of time to try and escape now. I am worried that I don't know the customs of this time, so quickly ask Michael
"Why are they coming here, what should I do?" Michael looks up at me and manages to say
"don't worry, it will be fine", and then looks down as the women arrive at our table.
The tallest woman starts to say something to me, asking me questions. I smile and nod in agreement and open my arms in a gesture that I have no idea what they are saying, but I am sure they are right.
She can see that I do not understand and turns to her companions and carries on talking in frustration. One of the other women gives the tallest one some sort of hearing aid, she looks at it, presses some buttons and hands it to me. She is showing me that I need to put it in my ear. I glance at Michael, he is still with his head bowed. So I take that device and put it in my ear. It is a bit cold and not too uncomfortable until I wiggle it in and then it pinches me with electricity.
A shockwave goes through my whole body and I feel quite a bit lightheaded. I grab the table and take a deep breath not to lose consciousness.
As I am concentrating on not allowing my body to fall down I can hear in the background:
"I honestly do not understand why some people don't follow simple rules, that just doesn't make sense, you are in a foreign country, you stick to the rules... "
"Yes, yes, you are right, maybe there is something wrong with her?",
"Maybe her slave took control of her and she needs some help?" another voice says.
" At least she can count on our help".
"I don't know... maybe we should report her and send her to the safety-net professionals?"
"Do you really think so? She hasn't really done anything wrong except for not wearing the language communicator".
I look up as I am starting to regain my strength again. I look at the women talking in front of me and I am astonished that I can understand every single word they say.
"Let' s find out if she needs help and see what she says first." One of the women standing in front of me says and then realises that I understand.
"Oh, that's great you can understand what we are saying now?" I nod confirming, still speechless.
"Are you ok? Do you need help?" I nod again.
"Is your slave giving you any trouble?" another woman asks. I shake my head to indicate 'no'.
"Then why aren't you wearing a language communicator?" the tallest woman asks.
I look at her, still worried, will she be able to understand what I say? After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I decide to speak up.
"I am sorry," I say, "I apologise for the trouble".
I can see that they are listening and seem to understand so I continue.
"My name is Bethany, thank you so much for your help. I am not from around here. I have been travelling with my... father, Michael, for a very long time and I was very hungry. I wasn't able to think straight. Where I am from they don't have..." I hesitate to try and say something that does not seem like a lie to them.
"They don't have the requirement of wearing a language communicator?" One of them interjects finishing my sentence.
I smile and nod in agreement.
"Michael... my father knows your local language very well, so I was not thinking..."
" Is your father from here? He looks like he only recently has reached 'retirement' age, but still, that is not an excuse not to follow the local rules."
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Breaking Through Time
Science FictionI looked at Michael lying in a pool of blood. Emily and Jack were still off the side in a cage, screaming and crying while looking at this horrifying situation. Robert was cuffed to the wall crying and blood was sipping down on his naked torso as he...
