Nine

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She squeezed her head in pain, raising her head up, she looked back at the stage where she saw the man, who had grey golden eyes, he was no longer there, she looked around, trying to find him, and she realized he was gone....

"STOP.......don't you dare lay your filthy fingers on her, or even have the thoughts of tearing her clothes, unless, you consider having your head hanged on a stake..."

A voice said, quickly catching Sharriah's attention, Sharriah turned to the stage where Envaline stood, ready to have her clothes ripped apart.

She watched as a the man whose voice she had heard looked raged over......Envaline.

The Warden was totally scared, his hands which was supposed to be on Envaline's body was deposited by his side, humbly folded together and looking scared like a mouse, she had never seen the warden gotten scared before, as he was always wicked and awful to the slaves and these act of his surprised her and strange enough the crowds was quiet, they were not against the de