I could hear the sounds of drums, flutes, and all sorts of music. It was the day of the mating ceremony. The mating rites and its preceding rituals had already started. Luna Kandace, who chair headed the preparations, was barking orders to anyone that her gaze landed on. I pitied any slave who her gaze fell upon.
“You stupid fool. Why can’t you do things right?” She spat at one blonde slave named Lily. She had already received a full dose of whipping that day.
Madam Poof was in charge of the kitchen. The commotion going on there was on a different level. Thousands of slaves chopping, others grinding, some others were stirring while looking pale, weak, and gloomy. They had also received their fair share of the whip.
I and a few slaves were lucky to be in the washing department. We were
