Run... Shyva... Run
"Where is she?" The Dictator barged into the room where Shyva was last seen. He grabbed the neck of one of his bedding brides and squeezed until he let go. "You lost her. How hard was the task to monitor and prepare her for tonight?" He pointed to each bride of his reproduction unit. "Find her. Do not return until you do." They scurried at his command.
Away from the brides, the Dictator struck several of his guards on their faces, sending them to the ground. "How did she get past the lot of you? All you useless beings must find her. Announce her escape; everyone should be on the hunt for Shyva. Return her whole to me, or I'll have your heads." The Dictator hissed, leaving to his chambers.
