Stephany’s P.O.V.
I was now getting better treatment as tomorrow was the day when they would auction me for money. After what happened in that dark cell, the boss brought me into a brighter room and instructed a young man to look after my injuries and feed me. I was glad that it was the same man that gave me juice in the room. They kept me still tied but in a better position. I knew that I needed to gain my strength back if I really wanted to escape from here.
They let me take a shower and then provided me with a clean set of clothes. I knew why they were treating me well now. It was like the butcher who feeds his goats before slaughtering them to get more meat. The young man told me that my bid was already high and the boss wanted to earn some more money. I wondere
