HANSEL…
Two days later.
I was in the slave quarters, dressing up for the day's work, when I inhaled a stench smell of blood. I sniffed repeatedly, glancing at the faces in the room, but neither of them seemed to have perceived the smell.
The smell became so strong in seconds that I had to cross my index finger under my nostrils and turn around to begin leaving the slave room.
As I turned, I almost bumped into someone and had to step back a bit. I narrowed my eyes, staring at the figure before me, contemplating what was going on with those looks on.
“Is there any problem? What's wrong with you?” One of the women in the room pulled my attention, and I forced up a smile and shook my head.
Although the look on their faces signified how anxious they were to see me acting weird, I still d
