Fifteen
The cold wind chased through her hair yet again. It fell out, she noticed. Thick bunches came out every time she ran her fingers though the brown mess. Rahab stood there, ignoring the work for a split of a second to breathe and feel the wind touch her skin. Maybe to remind herself that she was still alive. At least to some extent. Every muscle hurt, every bone ached. Few muscles were left, so emaciated had she become. Every time she looked down at her thin and bruised body, it felt foreign.
A whip struck her back, and a sharp pain shot through her body.
“Work, you w***e!” Words echoed through the area.
Several days after the devastating conversation where she learned of Samuel’s death, she had been moved from the factory to the outside work. There were only men out here, and sh
