Her Story
Her blood and price on the slave market were higher this way.
“We’ll get rid of the marks, I promise. Here, get dressed. There is food waiting for you.”
After a few minutes, I tucked the girl into a clean, warm bed, handing her the food afterward. It consisted of simple porridge with fruits and tea.
“Eat.”
Making myself comfortable in a chair I watched her every move until she put the tray aside.
“Good. Now, tell me, what is your name?”
“Jo- Jocelyn.” she stuttered after some time, though I almost missed the sound.
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