5
Jakira was awoken for the second time that hateful day with an angry hand grabbing at her arm and another around her mouth. Medi didn’t wake as she was hauled from the tent by Big Bulai.
“I’m taking you to Master. Behave and I won’t torture you.”
Jakira lowered her eyes in obedience and limped behind the big woman silently. In truth, she was curious. They walked through the tents, busy with adult slaves, and stepped into the villa.
It was the first time Jakira had been inside a mud brick building. She gawped at the carvings, the coloured glass baubles, the ornaments and was astonished by the soft, plush carpets under her one bare foot. They passed rooms full of large floor cushions, low brass tables with tea serving sets on shiny trays and hookah pipes. The air felt cooler in the b
