I was unable to sleep, the events of the day replaying in my mind like a broken record. Slaves had been asking whether it was true that I had come close to escaping. It was like they thought there was no way out of the compound.
As per Athena's instructions, I lied to them by denying that and saying that I was wandering in the forest when I tripped and fell on a rock. Not that anyone bought that whack story. Athena was a terrible liar.
Some slaves begged for me to say the truth but I crushed their hopes. If one of them decided to escape, only I would be the one to blame.
I tossed again in bed. For some reason, I felt that something was wrong. Everything was wrong so I waved it off as fear. I got up and drank a glass of water that was on the bedside table. My bladder felt full so I rushed to the bathroom.
