Slave to the Empire (Historical Erotic Romance Novella Book 1)

Slave To The Empire

By: Lilly Fey

Copyright © 2013 by Lilly Fey

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Please note all persons portrayed are 18 years of age or older.

Lucilla woke up in complete darkness.  She heard shouts and cries in the distance, but she couldn’t quite identify where they were coming from or what they were saying. Completely disoriented, she tried lifting herself up. 

That’s
when she realized that she had shackles on her wrists.

A wave
of panic immediately swept through her body, which sobered her up very quickly.  Lucilla looked around in the darkness, trying to force herself to remember what happened to her or even find a clue as to where she was.

The last thing she remembered was working at her stand in the market a
t the city square.  She was tending to her candlestick stand as she normally did on market day.  She didn’t remember seeing anyone or hearing anything that would justify being shackled to the floor in a dark room.

At this thought, Lucilla
’s heart started to quicken as she began to panic again.  Where was she? Why would anyone do this to her? What did they want from her? Thoughts were rushing through her mind, scary and disturbing thoughts, which was only making things worse.

She knew of a better way to get to the bottom of this.

She could scream.

“Hello
!” she yelled. 

“Can
anyone hear me? Please! Hello? Help me! Please!”

She stopped yelling for a second to hear a re
sponse, but heard nothing.

“Please!
Can anyone hear me! Why am I here?”

Still no response.
Genuine fear started to build at the pit of her stomach.  Either no one could hear her or no one cared and chose to ignore her screams, which seemed far worse. Lucilla tried to calm herself back down so that she could properly deal with the situation.

Temporarily giving up on screaming, she decided to try to lift herself off the ground and see exactly where she was being held.  She found that the chains on her wrists allowed her enough room to sit up, but not quite
enough room to stand, so she crawled around the floor trying to feel her way through the darkness.

After crawling
for a few minutes, the only thing that Lucilla could conclude was that she was in an empty windowless cell and she had no clue how she got there. 

She
crawled to a corner of the cell and curled into a ball, hoping that she could somehow bury herself into the corner.  A part of her was hoping that no one would be able to see her once they actually decided to come and get her.

***

It felt like hours went by before she heard voices outside the door. She heard the rattling of keys hitting the keyhole and she instantly felt a wave nausea and fear shoot through her body. Lucilla didn’t know who or what to expect and she just spent several hours thinking of the worst scenarios possible.

The door slammed open and Lucilla stayed in her corner, not moving or making a sound.  The light shining through blinded her sensitive eyes, so any hope of seeing who was in the room with her was gone.  She decided to just close her eyes and hope this nightmare wouldn’t get worse.  And just as quickly as the door opened, she heard the door slam loudly. 

She opened her eyes hesitantly to let herself adjust to the darkness once more.  Unsure of what just happened, she crawled out from her corner and crept closer to the door.  Her hand landed in something soft and gooey and she yelped and yanked her hand back like she had been burnt. Upon further inspection she realized her hand just landed in what was supposed to be food.  She thought. She hoped.

Hoping that the person who just gave her food might still
be outside her door, she yelled again, “Hello! Please, are you still out there? Please, help me! Please open the door! Please!”  She heard her pleading becoming more frantic.  She was then startled by a loud bang on the door.

“Shut up in there! Keep your mouth shut!
No one is going to help you, so shut it,” a loud gruff voice from the other side of the door yelled back.

Lucilla was taken aback by
that response and pulled back from the door. She was in a state of shock by the person’s coldness and confused that they didn’t care that she was so scared.

“Please…someone…
help…” she whispered quietly, but only to herself.  Lucilla was beginning to realize that no help was coming and things were probably going to be getting a lot worse.

Up until this point, Lucilla had mostly felt shock and fea
r, but now the gravity of her situation and the powerlessness she felt all came rushing to her at once. Hot tears began streaming down her cheeks.  She couldn’t help it and she didn’t see the harm in it.  She felt a few large drops land on her bare arms.  She was scared. She was confused. She was hungry and she was fairly certain that something really bad was going to happen to her.  But out of all the emotions she was feeling, she felt confusion the most. 

Why would anyone do this to her? She did nothing wrong to anyone.  She was just
a simple person who lived a simple life while trying to support herself and her sick mother.

Instantly her thoughts moved to her mother.  Who was going to take care of her mother? Who was going to tell her that she had gone missing in the market? Did anyone even notice? Then she realized these were the least of her concerns right now.  She had bigger issues to deal with.

Always the practical person, she decided to inspect the food they threw into her cell.  She wasn’t entirely sure how long she had been in the cell, but her stomach was telling her that she had missed at least a few meals.  She crawled her way back to the middle of the room and tried to feel for the plate of slime that she fell into a little bit ago, but found a metal pale instead.  She quickly realized the pale was something to be used later, after she consumed the slime.

“Great, they are a
thoughtful bunch, aren’t they?” she yelled out at the door, hoping to be heard by someone.

The plate of food was only a few feet away from the pale and after a somewhat general inspection in the
dark, Lucilla deemed the food to be edible enough.  After she finished the food, she quickly retreated back to her corner.  Her mind was reeling with questions, but ultimately she came to the conclusion that if they wanted her dead they wouldn’t have given her food.  That brought her a very tiny bit of comfort.  And with that, her exhausted mind finally forced her to doze off to sleep.

It wasn’t until several hours later that
Lucilla was startled awake by a harsh kick to the leg.

“Ge
t up, girl.”

Once
Lucilla remembered where she was, she instantly scurried further into her corner.  She only saw a large shadowy figure looming over her, but couldn’t make anything else out.  The light from the open door offered no help.

“I
said, get up!” The figure then grabbed her by her neck and hair and dragged her to her feet.  Her legs were asleep from not being able to walk while in the cell, so she instantly fell back to the ground.  Unfortunately, the man still had a hold of her hair.  She screamed from the pain and thrashed at him out of instinct.

“Oh! We got us a little
temper, do we?” he laughed. “Well, that will get taken care of soon enough.”

Lucilla
blinked back the tears in her eyes from the pain. “Who are you? What do you want from me?!”

“The
re isn’t anything that I want from you, dearie…well, I suppose I could use you for a little something, but it’s not me you need to be asking these questions to. So shut it and move!”

A slight whimper
escaped her mouth, but then she grabbed hold of the man and allowed him to drag her out of the cell.

Once they were out of the cell,
Lucilla was instantly blinded. She had to shield her eyes for a good while.  She could only hear men talking and vaguely make out cell doors as they were walking.  They were in a dungeon. Why was she in a dungeon? She broke no laws.  She was a law-abiding citizen of Rome and paid all taxes and dues without question to avoid being in situations like these.

After several minutes, her eyes start
ed to adjust. She looked at her surroundings and her fears were confirmed.  She saw the Roman guard stalking the hall and heard cries beyond the doors that she walked past.  She also noticed that she was surrounded by guards, it wasn’t just the one man who pulled her out of the cell.  

She looked to the guard who was now standing next to her. He wasn’t the one who dragged her out of the cell, so she was hoping he would be a little more forthcoming with answers.

“Why have I been brought here?” she quietly asked the guard.

He didn’t respond.

“Please…tell me…” she pleaded.

The desperation in her voice must have
done something.  Maybe he just wanted her to shut up, but he quickly replied, “I can’t tell you why, but I can tell you that you got the attention of someone very important.  Now be quiet, girl.”

And with that she allowed them to lead her down the corridors in silence. Oddly, they were not taking her deeper into the dungeons.  They were actuall
y walking her through a series tunnels. Initially, she was trying to keep track of the turns just in case, but she abandoned that notion pretty quickly.

It felt like almost 30 minutes of walking went by before they came to
a set of stairs.  The guard next to her led her up the stairs and unlocked the door as the rest of the men waited in the tunnel. Now the lone guard was her only escort.

The two of them entered an open corridor with marble pillars lining a garden.
Lucilla couldn’t help but look at her surroundings a bit open-mouthed, taken aback by its simple beauty.

“Where are we?”

The guard smirked almost bitterly, “You’ll see soon enough.”

Lucilla
looked over at the guard to get a better look of him and was surprised by what she saw.  He was tall and clean-shaven and didn’t look rough like guards usually did.  The two things that stood out the most were his piercing blue eyes and his strong jaw line.  And his jaw was clenched very tight at that moment, as if he was uncomfortable or angry about something.

He
must have felt her eyes on him. He paused for only a moment and then jerked her arm forward to bring her attention back to walking and looking ahead.  She complied and decided to look around at her surroundings instead.  They were walking along an open corridor with a garden on one side of it and a very large building on the other side.  It was beautiful and adorned with arched doorways every 10 feet or so.

Before she could make any furthe
r observations, the guard led her through one of the archways.  Lucilla tripped but the guard had a firm hand on her and kept her upright and walking forward.  Wherever they were going, he was very eager to get her there.  Lucilla kept trying to absorb her surroundings, trying to find a clue as to where she was, but this kept causing her to lose her footing. And trip.

The guard squeezed her tightly.
“Stop walking like a drunkard. I will drag you across the floor if I must, but it would be a lot simpler if you just walked.”

“It would be a lot simple
r if I knew where I was going!” she snapped back.

At this the guard stopped quickly and looked
at her.  He looked at her face, like he was assessing her, his piercing gaze made her uncomfortable. “What?”

He held onto his gaze for a se
cond more and then just laughed. “You don’t shut up, do you?”

“You know there’s an easy way to remedy th
at problem. You can let me go!” she replied snappily, but also somewhat hopefully.

The guard smirked and just pushed her forward to continue to walk. They walked in silence for another minute before they came
to a giant door. Still holding onto her arm, he knocked twice.

Lucilla held her breath as she felt her heart beating ra
pidly in her chest. Whoever responsible for her being here was behind that door and she suddenly found herself wanting to be back in her dark cell.