Chapter 15
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A deafening silence enveloped the crowded, scorching cell where my fellow slaves were sleeping. We could even barely move because of the small space inside. I slowly sighed and squeezed myself tighter against the side of the wall so that the child next to me, Sia, could sleep comfortably.
I moaned weakly as my wounds ached. I rested my head on the cold cement while firmly biting the bottom of my lips to prevent the groan from coming out. I can't afford to wake anyone because I know they are all tired and weak as I am. My sweat began to drip down my forehead while still writhing in the fresh wound I had sustained from fighting the guards to escape this place.
“Are you okay, Clare?” I adjusted my posture and gave her a fake smile before nodding. “I am fine, Gramma.”
She intently looked at me, making sure if I would ever change my mind, to tell the truth, or not. Gramma Margarita Roswell knows me very well because she has been taking care of and looking after me since I came to this place. She is the oldest of us here and the one who takes care of us.
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