Emily's POV
A little over a month later......
"Are you ok?" I ask the girl next to me who is curled up into a ball crying.
"No" she cries
"Why not?" I ask. She lifts her head and glares are me for a second but then her face changes into something I've never seen before.
"How old are you?" she asks quietly leaning over to me some more.
"I don't know." I shrug
"What's your name?" she asks.
"Slave."
She looks at me sadly for a second. "I'm Emily," she says with a weird smile that doesn't seem like she is actually smiling. "How long have you been here?" she asks
"For always"
"My god" she mumbles.
"Shut up slaves!" a guard says walking in with the list of where we are working tonight. I immediately get into slave position and wait.
