Summer Camp

Chapter Twenty Nine

  Shine the light on whatever's worse
Tryna fix something
But you can't fix what you can't see
It's the soul that needs the surgery

~ Pretty Hurts, Beyonce

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**Alex's POV**

We were in the back of a long black car, it was similar to a limo, but was odd shaped. I sat across from the King, picking my nails, while he was on something that looked kind of like a cell phone. I was kind of numb, and I didn't know what to feel.

The King set down his phone thing and put his hand on my knee. I twitched.

"You will be good, " he said. I nodded. 

"Good," he said, picking his phone thing back up.

"Where are we going," I asked.

He looked up at me smiling, "I didn't think that you'd ask." He said, "You are going to a slave training camp. You have been doing well, but I want perfection."

I shivered.

"They aren't kind, so behave," he warned. 

Soon the car pulled over and we stopped at a large building. It was short and looked old. It had metal doors, and no window anywhere. 

The door was opened and me and the King got out. Someone opened the door for us, and let us in. In side was a girl at a table, with a clipboard. She got up the second she saw the King.

The curtsied, and had him sign a piece of paper, saying that I was here. 

"Are you staying for the day," the women asked, looking hopeful.

"Not today," said the King, "But I will be here the last day."

"Oh good," she said. 

Oh no, it was more that one day. The King looked at me sternly, telling me to behave, and left the building.

"Okay," said the girl with the clipboard, "follow me."

The girl led me into another room where a stern looking women stood with 9 girls in front of her. There was no one else in the room. The room was open with mirrors on the wall facing the front of the room. It reflected the back was which was full of whips, canes, and other torture devices.

"Ah, here is the last girl," said the stern looking women, motioning for me to join the group. All of the girls had something around their neck like me, but none were as delicate or as fancy as mine. The girls all wore some sort of dress outfit.

"Hello," said the stern women, "I am Madam Madeline. Call me Madam M. You are all here to be trained as slaves or personal workers. All of you are here for a different person, who likes things done differently. Obedience is very important, and everything done will be reported back to your masters. All punishments will be notified and approved by your masters, and at the end of the week your master will come and see if he thinks that you have learned enough that you are ready to leave. If he decided that you aren't good enough, then you stay two more days, over and over, until you are ready to his liking."

I hope that I don't stay more than a week.