“Bring them all out!” The same voice threw orders into the air.
And before we knew what was going on, our door burst open, and wild-looking men barged in, dragging us all out.
I tried to protest but they were too strong. I mean, I was but a frail and weak woman who had spent days weeping, hungry, thirsty and exhausted. I couldn't fight because there was no more strength left in me to even protest.
Mira, on the other hand, didn't bother to protest. The moment the men grabbed her, she went with them without saying a word.
We were shoved alongside other slaves, who were also heading outside through the hallway and soon enough we were gathered in the square of the “slave quarters”, as they called it. It was a large open air ground, where the slaves were gathered when they needed to be addr
