Jeremy
Breakfast isn"t the first duty of the day. No, the slaves are up hours before that performing other back-breaking duties. We"re no different. Water spills over the side of each bucket I"m carrying as another soldier knocks into me, laughing. I reach the stables and set the buckets down for the horses to drink.
“Get back to work!” a soldier screams behind me after I"ve been standing still for only a few seconds.
I turn around, which is a big mistake. The soldier punches me and I stumble backward.
“Don"t look at me, slave,” he says.
I focus my eyes on the ground until he"s gone and then lean against the wall and tremble.
I"ve done this all before… the chains, the beatings, and the forced labor. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to forget it all. A child works in the next stall over
