Raziela
“Sold!” The crowd roared with excitement as the auctioneer slammed his gavel down.
But I could barely hear them as my ears rang. Our entire lives had just been bought. My child and I would never be free again. My legs felt numb as I stood on the stage. A wave of different emotions rushed through me all at once, and I had no idea how I was supposed to process it all.
I wanted to laugh, to cry, scream and even rip my hair out, but I couldn't, not in the midst of these people who didn't care one bit about me. Enid clutched to my chest like a lifeline, her tiny cries reaching my ears.
What were we going to do? How was I supposed to explain to my three year old that our freedom, the main reason for which we had even tried to escape our previous pack, had been stripped away from us,
