Lyra's POV "No! Please… not my daughter!"The desperate scream shattered against the heavy, stagnant air, but it didn't move a single soul in the market. No one cared.Crack!The sound of the barbed whip slicing through the heat made me flinch. Beside me, a middle-aged woman collapsed onto the splintered wooden platform. A dark crimson stain instantly bloomed across the back of her torn burlap dress, soaking into the fabric."One more word," the slave trader snarled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, "and I’ll cut out your tongue."Amused laughter rippled through the gathered crowd of nobles, their fine silk clothes glinting in the harsh sun.I stood frozen, the heavy iron shackles biting mercilessly into my raw wrists and ankles. I didn’t cry. I had learned years ago that in a world like this, tears were useless. They were just free entertainment for cruel people, and I refused to give them the satisfaction.Around me, dozens of captives knelt with their heads bowed, wai
Last Updated : 2026-06-29
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