Semua Bab THE BEAST’S CURSED SLAVE: Bab 1 - Bab 5

While mothers yanked their daughters' hands, taking them to safety. The pack warriors moved at once, shoving through the crowd, grabbing girls by the arm, dragging them from their tents, from beside their mothers, from behind wagons and carts. Kaerith felt everything going on, even with her head hung heavy against the post, blood and sweat blurring her sight. A girl’s scream nearby rang through her ears and just then hands were on her. “Cut her down,” a voice snapped. “Then chain her.” The rope at Kaerith’s wrists were loosened, and she crumpled to her side. But before she hit the ground, a soldier hauled her up by the arm. The roughness of his grip scraped over the open wounds on her back. “Put her with the others.” Immediately, cold iron closed around her wrists, the chains rattling. Her heart pounded in her chest as she barely resisted, there was no room to think. Girls were being snatched from everywhere now, and were dragged towards the platform. Kaerith’s eyes fe

Kaerith's feet slapped wetly against the slick floor, leaving a muddy footprint behind her, blood and grime peeling from her shredded soles. The air here felt like damp rot, with suffocating microorganisms clinging to her skin. They led her far beneath Murnokh, past the ironbound doors and stairwells slippery with moss...past walls where old nails still held the bits of shackles... past lamp niches that barely brightened the gloomy room. They arrived at the Wound Maidens' Quarters, a chamber carved from raw stone with a ring of women surrounding it. They were slaves and lower-class hollows.Their faces were grey, their hair was lanky and matted, and none of them spoke.Dark streaks smeared over the Quarters' walls, and the only source of lighting came from a fire pit—low, sickly green flames. Above it hung a cauldron full of heavy steam curling in tendrils.The smell made Kaerith sick to her stomach; the water inside was filled with tainted bitter herbs, crushed bone ash, and blood