In a 100 words no more or less, here is my 121st Flasher Fiction Friday. Look to this link to read other great Flasher Fiction posts from great writers. Flasher Fiction Friday
Lined up like cattle, Risa holds her arms across her bare chest as she only wears black thong panties. She follows the other women. Poked and pushed by their captors. Each woman is separated and placed in shower like stalls, and placed up against the wall. She looks over at the male guard that has an evil grin on his face. He steps closer to Risa. Shivering, she feels his claw like hands on her skin. She feels his breath on her bare skin.
“Number 121 you will serve our king, in any way he wishes, or you will die.”