TRACY
I watched as the men searched the building, kicking down walls, breaking furniture—all in the name of finding Lusious.
Just as they busied themselves with turning the compound upside down, the central town leader called all of us out and asked us to kneel before him, and the b@stard did it with a st*pid smug look on his face. As we did as he demanded, it was evident from the condescending demeanour that he was relishing this moment.
“So you're the mother of that dirty little thing,” the man said, pointing to Manila.
“Yes, and these are my cousins from Scaviana,” Manila confirmed, her voice steady and calm.
The man looked at her as though he was staring at some filth. “Come here…” he ordered, and as Manila was about to stand, he yelled out at her, “Did I ask you to stand? Make y
