The door to the middle deck opened, and food started falling from above. The women who had been seated quietly, their hands bound by chains and their ankles connected in a long train of chains, suddenly became aggressive.
"Move!
"Get out of the way!
They struggled to catch the food the man was throwing at them, their bodies colliding. Some fell on the floor and were mashed brutally; some couldn't even catch a single wrap of food… Joya was among these sets.
She was trampled on like some doormat, her backbone snapping with every foot that stepped on it. Her face kissed the dust; only saliva from the mouths of the women screaming rained on her.
By the time the man closed the deck, those who had food suddenly curled up, their eyes red with hunger, their moldy teeth yellow from not brushin
