Chapter Twelve

Good Or Bad News

~Freya~

It's been three days since I was captured and we had been journeying. We were only fed once a day and worse, treated like animals. The women had their torture way easier though, we weren't whipped as the men were but any woman who angers any of the slave traders was forced to lay with them for the night. None of us wanted that, so we never fought them.

My body ached all over. I felt sick, weak and miserable. I almost wished I had just died on that precipice back home. I wished I wasn't saved. How much worse could my life get? Honestly, I am beginning to think that I am cursed, how can I go through this series of hell; from having an unhappy childhood where I am stuck with an evil step-mother and sister, to being wolfless since birth, to being accused of murder and now kidnapped by slave traders.

When we reached the "slave harbour" as the master rider of our carriage called it. We were all told to come off the wagon and join the other slaves who were whipped a