When I was captured for the second time I played up my language disability. I'm not proud of it, it was insulting to play into their expectations that I'm dumb, but I needed an edge against my adversaries and having them believe I was incompetent was a useful one. My captors were all male, and unlike the Nurzons they had me locked up and thrown into a work camp with other women. The work camp was to make bullets, conditions were poor and the women were treated badly. I never saw Trezlan at the Nurzon camp, but I had assumed that they didn't treat their prisoners this poorly.
I'm not overstating it by saying conditions were bad. We were technically refilling bullets not producing new ones. So a lot of the time they had experienced wear and tear, on top of that the actual instructions were incredibly vague, and the workers were not in the best mindset to make them, so a lot of the bullets were over stuffed or under stuffed, I couldn't imagine they would fire as our captors wanted them to or if they ever intended on them being fired to begin with.
Making the bullets was bad, what was worse was when the men would come in from whatever they ordinarily did and chose women for the evening. Now I was never chosen based I believe on playing dumb and the fact I'm not what most men consider traditionally attractive. But from the way the women would show up at the camp the next day I figured I was getting the better end of the deal.
I was actually in the middle of trying to figure out how to get out of the work camp when the damn thing exploded. I figured it was due to improperly stored ammunition, when in fact it was due to Trezlan. I'll let him write how he came to find me and the rest, needless to say he wasn't of the right mind, or any mind for that matter. Which as I've come to know him is about usual for him.
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