As we kept on walking, we crossed many fields of wheat, rice, corn and other vegetation. We crossed a few villages and each village had its own uniqueness to offer. We didn't stop anywhere in those villages and my feet ached. Pedestrians passed by us, giving us looks. I knew I looked some weak woman slave while he looked like a merchant. Whenever we crossed any group of men or women, they would start whispering among themselves the moment their eyes fell on us.
I looked behind and they occasionally glanced at us. Then it struck my mind. What if he sold me? My eyes went wide with fear and my already weak limbs felt weaker.
I moved my head toward the man before me and he was still walking ignoring every stares or gazes.
We were crossing another village and by now I could barely feel my
