Teresa
The men dragged me into a room of brick, forcing me to my knees.
The air around me was stale and reeked of wet earth and ancient.
A small, dim light illuminated the room, and I could barely make out the faces of the men who brought me in here and the men I was answering to.
“What do you want from us?” The man before me asked.
He looked like someone carved out of a rock, with all the muscles in the right places.
He would be a darling if he didn’t have the large, rough scar that went across his skin and didn't look like a frown was his neutral face.
“I’m a weary woman looking for greener pastures in your land,” I replied.
It was the perfect lie to get anyone off my back. “I was hoping you would grant me a space in your pack so I can change my life.”
“A person coming to
