Lucia's pov
There were fallen leaves scattered on the ground under the tree. I sat on them, relaxing my back against the tree.
How do i manage to eat? I am so hungry and tired. I placed my head on the tree for support.
The pains in my stomach became much that my jand flew over, wrapping it up. Tears started welling up in my eyes as i think of my life.
Been accused daily is now like a routine for me. Not even a day escaping. The tears welled uo, started pouring, streaming down my cheeks.
Memories of how the guards were whipping me with the flogger came crashing down on me. Their face was beaming with lots of wicked smiles when they were hitting that thing on me.
One was calling me a 'laughing cheap stock' saying i had been lucky he wasn't Aloha Delano, he would have chained me to
