The Circle Line
“All the while he had allowed himself to appear cowed. He had dutifully mopped and swept, carried and obeyed, pausing only to sleep, eat or to hang his head whenever the swish of black robes or the echo of voices could be heard in the otherwise still air. Life was infinitely better than it had been in the mines, but still Aleksy was not free and still his anger burnt inside of him.
He had met other captives but the other slaves were reluctant to talk. Many were little more than mindless zomb...ies. Aleksy had seen some whose minds had eventually completely gone. They were taken away and never reappeared.
Rather than cultivate friendships Aleksy had used the time to find his way around the Complex when he could. At first the King's presence in his mind had been quite regular but now, he felt as though he was often free of it or at least that it was different somehow. When he was certain that his brain was his own he tried to build a plan of escape and form a map of the complex in his head.MoreLess
He had met other captives but the other slaves were reluctant to talk. Many were little more than mindless zomb...ies. Aleksy had seen some whose minds had eventually completely gone. They were taken away and never reappeared.
Rather than cultivate friendships Aleksy had used the time to find his way around the Complex when he could. At first the King's presence in his mind had been quite regular but now, he felt as though he was often free of it or at least that it was different somehow. When he was certain that his brain was his own he tried to build a plan of escape and form a map of the complex in his head.MoreLess
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