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"Shut the fuck up or I’ll drug you again, you little bastard," the guard holdingout

He lifts his gun and brings it down hard over my temple I bellow in pain and my vision swis, fucked with the wrong people and did all I could to protect Eht up with me and decided to sellflight here, and fro slave until I earn back the debt

That is basically a life in prison

The guards open and door to a stale, plain room with a line of rusty old beds There are at least ten other slaves sitting on the, the youngest looking about fourteen, to older, one being close to eighty The guard throws e hi loudly, but nobody answers

None of the slaves look up Well, except one girl She’s , ratty blond hair Her eyes are way too big for her s She shouldn’t be in a place like this She meets my eyes and we stare at each other for a while before I turn and continue ive up and slump down There’s no point

That door is locked solid

I sit against it for what feels like hours and hours When the night falls, it finally opens I shuffle back, ready to charge whoever walks in, but the weapons coh the door before the people and I know I’ll be shot dead like a dog before the night is through if I try to fight So instead, I sit back, wondering how the fuck I’ to escape this place

"You’re all probably wondering why you’re here," a very tall, very uglyface and hair that’s slicked back on his head, probably because there isn’t enough of it to cover it

No one says anything

They don’t need to

He tells us exactly e’re here

We’re slaves

We don’t leave until our debt is paid

We try to run? We die

God, Emy I’irl got paired up with me I feel sorry for her, because she’s so tiny and I’ve been an asshole to her I can’t help it; I just can’t function I can’t stop thinking about E but sit here and pray that she’s okay Ion these fields for just over aThe sun is intense and ed frorown to only care about our own survival

These chains attached to our ankles have reiven a buddy, someone we’re paired up with daily We’re responsible for each other If our buddy tries to escape, we both die and so on I don’t see the so anywhere; she looks as if she’s barely surviving She is so slow and ry, because I just want to work hard to keepextra slow, and I’ve had about enough of it

She is barely ry I shove the chains and sla on her knees with a wince