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And so, as I promised, with the help of my awesome reviewers, here is:

Chapter 2

It was so lovely. The beautiful and mighty God Apollo held out his golden hand, a gesture of kindness. Briseis took it, and felt warmth in her heart. It was so lovely! So lovely....

Briseis opened her eyes. Sleep clouded them, and she made to rub them away. What was this place? Her eyes adjusted to the light. It was unfamiliar, and she was scared. Suddenly, the previous day's events came flooding back to her. The slave driver. The man called Achilles. His horse....Briseis looked around her surroundings. She was lying on an animal's skin mat, most likely sheep. She was in a tent. There were noises of men and weapons clanking and chattering.

The flap of door parted, and the man called Achilles entered. "I thought you were dead, girl." He mocked her. "You sleep like a drunkard."

"Perhaps it is because I haven't slept well in quite a while." She retorted, annoyed that he would associate her with a drunkard. Eyeing him suspiciously, she spoke again. "What is this place?"

"We are on the beaches of Troy," he said, preparing a plate of grapes. "My men and I are preparing to fight. No doubt you despise me for killing your people?"

"Yes. You have no right to take the lives of innocents." She seethed.

He blinked at her. "It is people like you that makes this war so difficult."

At this point, Briseis was aware that she wasn't wearing her slave clothing anymore; she was wearing a white nightgown. "How did I come by this?" she asked, slightly disturbed. There was only one person who could've changed her....

"I changed you last night when you were sleeping. I was quite sure you wouldn't want to sleep in that ratty old thing." Achilles replied calmly, pointing to her old slave clothes thrown in a corner.

"You changed me?!" Briseis screamed shrilly, feeling vulnerable and taken advantage of. "But—you're a man!" she sputtered.

Achilles chuckled. "Well spotted. Don't worry about me touching you. I have no thoughts on the matter."

Briseis was silent for a minute, and then said, "Well, master Achilles. I am your slave. What can I do to service your needs?"

Achilles raised an eyebrow. Briseis immediately regretted her choice of words, and blushed. "I didn't mean..." she began.

"Today I am going to battle with the Trojans." Achilles interrupted her. "I will take a bath when I come back. The most you can do is prepare the water for me." He set the plate of grapes down in front of her. "Eat this. You're nothing but skin and bone."

Briseis picked up a grape, hesitated, then stuffed it down her throat. It had been so long since a good meal!

Achilles eyed the girl while she was eating. "I recommend that you stay in the tent while I am away. The men will want to play with such a pretty thing like you."

Briseis nodded, dribbling a bit of grape juice down her chin. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, embarrassed. Did he just call her pretty?

Achilles smirked, and started walking toward the door. "Remember girl, the bath," was all he said before he left.

Briseis finished the grapes and stood. Now that she was awake, she surveyed the tent carefully. It consisted of the sheep skin mat she slept on, a larger fur mat that was no doubt Achilles' bed, a pole for his weaponry, and a washroom that had a large basin in it. She was inspecting the washroom when the flap of door opened again, but it wasn't Achilles.

"Hullo, my loverly li'ttle dove." The man leered at her. He had a scruffy face scarred and bitten, with a pinched mouth and an upturned nose. His hair was the colour of puke yellow, and he had an untamed grizzle around his mouth. "Wha's a purty thing like yous doin' in this place? Lemme take yeh someplace yer never gonna ferget.

Briseis backed into the basin. This man looked half drunk. Her heart pumped as he came closer.

"Come on." The man coaxed. "I don' bite!" He laughed, an eerie laugh that made the hairs on Briseis' neck stand up.

"Go away!" She said, trembling. "You are not welcome, sir!"

"Oh! She's gotta big mouth ter go with her big breasts!" The man pounced on Briseis, knocking the basin over. "Tha's right, li'ttle girl. Yer comin' with me!"

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