Re: Holding Pens - Keara
Keara watched as slaves were dragged away with now life left in them. She'd never bow and give up like that. Start thinking like a slave, that's what you were. She could remember her da telling her that when he would tell the dark stories of the slavers at night.
She heard the man stop to talk about her and stilled a moment, determined to listen to what they said. She practically preened at the handler's reply. Keara. hoped he'd live with a scar on his arm from her.