“There are in other places. We simply hunt for women like you, and your pretty head will bring a fine price.”
“You cannot do this,” I try rebelling against the hands that hold me fast, but as I attempt to run from the room, I find I’m tethered by a chain and jerked back the instant the slack’s drawn tight. “No, no no!” I scream at them.
“I will gag you, b***h, in a second,” the scowling bald man warns me. “Don’t say another word.”
I plead with my eyes, believing him.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, where you’re going someone will know you’re not an escaped slave.”
“A slave?” I forget the warning.
“There are many slaves to the east, in some of the mountainous climates. But you probably know this already.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“The provincial prison,” he answers.
“Prison!” I gasp
