After the minimal checks ups about her name, age, gender, hair colour, and others, Rhea made her way to her room dragging her feet, as she massaged the back of her neck, then moved to her shoulders.
"I'm so tired right now and also hungry." She muttered, dragging her words.
Rhea swept her eyes over the mural and the art adorned wall, as she trailed lazily across the corridor.
What will happen after the check ups are over? She wondered. Will I get sent back? A thick lump formed in her chest as her thoughts unravelled.
Seeing that the Queen doesn't like me, killing won't be an issue if she finds me not useful to her course or turn out to be a potential problem to her. She swallowed hard as the thought echoed in her head.
Her legs slightly wiggled as she digested the idea of being killed. No I shouldn't think like this, it's just the first day here. If anything I have to be positive. She concluded standing before the door leading to her room.
