Third person POV
Liza's stomach rumbled. Involuntarily, a yawn tore out of her throat. It's been a full day since she last ate, and it didn't look like she would be eating any time soon.
The slave traders that captured her were really harsh. They only fed their captives once a day. But in the last two days, Liza had not gotten any food.
She heard from one of her fellow captives that the slave traders had been hoping to sell them the day before. But it seemed the person to buy didn't show up, so they stopped feeding the slaves because they were disgruntled.
Liza's stomach rumbled again. Involuntarily, tears came to her eyes. She couldn't help but think that she has really suffered in her life.
First, she became a rogue by no doing of hers. Then she was maltreated by the inn keeper,
