Chapter Seventy-Three

Beyla knew there was only one thing saving her from being sampled by her new owner: her virginity. It wasn’t a disappointment to her. The attitude of the other slaves was a trial but she wouldn’t lower herself to their level. Meanness only made people unhappy.

For some reason she thought of Inga.

Liv was so different. She missed the woman she’d happened upon so timely that day. They had started a tentative friendship. If she ever returned home – wherever that was – Beyla vowed to keep her as her handmaid, permanently.

Something was different today. There was an air of suppressed excitement in the atmosphere. When they took her to bathe for the second time, she wondered if the dreaded auction had been brought forward.

Netta eventually spilled the beans.

“There’s a private buyer expressed an interest in purchasing you,” she said. “They say he’s very handsome and young, as well.”

“Ouch,” she protested, as the attendant’s constant scrubbing broke skin.

“Sorry,” the girl said. Beyla knew i