I'm so sorry this is so short but I'm putting this story on hiatus because I have no inspiration for it. If you could review some ideas that would be great…
Apple POV
I knew this was bad the instant I saw the entrance. There were other people walking around with metal collars around their necks.
We were marched through the entrance. A few people looked up, staring at us, but most kept working.
A man walked toward us.
"Zese are ze ones His Majesty vants eem-pree-soned?"
He had a strange accent. Not one I'd ever heard before.
"Yes, milord." Spoke a soldier.
"Teek theem too ze baraks. Now. Zey vill be vorking in ze coal mines. Tomorov."
They marched us to a long, low building, strapping collars onto us. I could feel the electricity running through it. This is NOT good…
So I did NOT mean to make the guy in charge of the camp speak all weird, but there you are.
He said: "These are the ones His Majesty wants imprisoned?"
"Take them to the barracks. Now. They will be working in the coal mines. Tomorrow."