Chapter 28
Anama was roughly thrown into Agamemnon's tent. The guards grabbed her and dragged her to the pole and tied her up.
"Make sure they are tight." demanded Agamemnon as he entered the tent.
The guards tightened the ropes to the point where they dug into her skin if she moved the wrong way.
The guards left the tent leaving Anama and Agamemnon.
"I hope you said all you wanted to say for that will be the last time you see him."
"That's not fair." she said.
"How is it not? I let you heal him, I let you spend time with him. I believe I was very fair." he said as he leaned down to her level. " If you have forgotten, you are mine now, and no one is going to change that. Unless someone kills me. Which is very unlikely." he said with a smug smile.
Anama glared up at him and spit into his face. Agamemnon wiped the spit from his face and chuckled.
"Bad idea." he said and slapped her knocking her unconscious.
Agamemnon watched her for a bit. She would be a hard one to break, but he liked the challenge.
He smiled to himself and left the tent.
Achilles approached him with a demanding look upon his features.
"Achilles, what can I do for you?"
"Hector. What are we to do with him?"
"Ugh. I believe I have already discussed this with you and the entire Greek army."
"Yes you have, but since the Trojans believe he is dead, we must wait twelve days before we prepare to fight again."
"What! That is nonsense. They are at there weakest point right now. Both Prince and Princess are missing, they are most vulnerable right now."
"Yes, but we need a plan. Just because we have Hector does not meant that we can go barging in there without a plan!"
Agamemnon stood defeated. He knew Achilles had a point, but did he want to risk everything for a stupid tradition?
"You know I am right." said Achilles.
Agamemnon sighed. "Very well. Twelve days is it? All right. Twelve days and then we will attack!"
"Thank you."
"Achilles, I would like you to devise a plan for us that will enable us to destroy Troy."
"Very well."
Achilles turned and left without another look at Agamemnon.
"Bring Hector to me. I wish to speak with him." said Agamemnon.
"Yes sir." said the guard.
Agamemnon went into his tent and awaited Hector. He looked over to Anama who was still unconscious.
The tent flap opened and in entered the guard with Hector behind him.
He looked surprisingly better for a man who would have been dead only a few hours ago. The color had returned to his face, and he looked to be a bit stronger.
"Ah Hector. Put him down there." he instructed the guard.
The guard dropped Hector onto the ground and exited the tent.
"You are looking better. If I may say so. What a talented wife you had."
"Have." Hector said angrily.
"Ah, had. You see, she does not belong to you anymore. She belongs to me."
"She will never belong to you!"
"Ah yes she will. As long as you are alive, she will do anything I ask of her, just to make sure you stay alive."
They both heard a moan from the side and looked to see Anama waking.
She lifted her head up and noticed her face to be a bit stiff. She figured that she must have been bleeding.
"Ah so nice of you to join us my dear." said Agamemnon.
Anama looked over to Agamemnon but noticed the deep dark eyes of Hector staring back at her with concern.
"Hector?" she asked confused.
"Yes. Hector here is going to help us take control of Troy, aren't you Hector?"
"Never!" he yelled defiantly.
"Hm. Well, we'll see now won't we?" Agamemnon said as he strode over to Anama.
He pulled a dagger from his robes and ran it along Anama's throat.
"You wouldn't." said Hector.
"I would hate to lose something so fine and beautiful without getting a chance to taste her, but there are other women out there for me to choose from."
Hector looked undecided. Could he risk it?
"What will it be?" asked Agamemnon. He gently placed the dagger deeper into Anama's skin.
"All right!" he exclaimed clearly defeated. "I'll help you."
"Ah good. I wouldn't have killed her, she's worth to much."
Agamemnon laughed. "Guards!" he yelled.
The guards entered the tent awaiting instructions from Agamemnon.
"Take him to Achilles and Odysseus."
The guards nodded and grabbed Hector and pulled him out of the tent.
"Pretty soon, we will rule Troy and live together forever." said Agamemnon as he looked at Anama with lust clearly present in his eyes.
Anama only glared at him with disgust as he laughed and left the tent.