”As we step into the room, I find that it is far more interesting than I had initially suspected. The walls are lined with an elaborate structure n...ot unlike a dozen haphazardly linked bunk beds of varied platform size. What’s more, they’re constructed out of old crank-operated standing desks and linked awkwardly yet sturdily together with rough hewn lumber. A series of cables runs through the chaos and forms a web in a series of eyebolts in the walls and ceiling. The machine as a whole. With nothing else to do, I went back to my room to sleep it out.Someone was shaking me gently to wake me up. It was Prerna. There was no sign of being married in her entire attire. Sitting up, I saw the telltale signs that she’d been screwed royally. Her lipstick was rubbed off, and her face was moist with sweat. I asked her if she’d been intimate, and she simply nodded.I wanted to make out with Prerna as she had done with Gagan. I lifted her chin with my hand. She wanted to oblige and parted. Once we finished eating our midday meal back at the house, we would move on to the practice swords.They would take me through movements that would help me to develop my reflexes. I would do this for an hour or more, before we would move on to sparring. For the first few days, I was purely on the defensive, the exhaustion from the previous exercises dulling my reaction time. We would stop about an hour before supper, when one of the girls would have a hot bath waiting for me. The warm water was. "Should she fail in Greece, she shall be my present to you. She shall join my harem, and you will rule over her as her God."I saw a momentary crack in Artemisia’s tough demeanor, as she winced at this statement. In her arrogance she was over-confident of victory. Nonetheless it was a reminder that behind all her power, she was still a woman underneath. I did not get to enjoy Artemisia’s enslavement as much as I ought to have. Desperate to prove that she was more of a man, she had charged her.