Author’s POV:
Olivera walked behind the woman steadily, her head and chin up high, depicting a confidence she was sure that she didn’t have, while her eyes darted all around the field, taking note of the girls of varying ages doing one hard work or the other, donned in light brown gowns that stopped nearly at their mid-thigh. A welcoming plea for sexual abuse. She thought. She wouldn’t be surprised if the girls had had experiences of molestation; the gown left nothing unrevealed especially whenever the girls bent down to pick up something. They might as well be sex slaves.
She came to an abrupt halt when she saw a little girl of about five years in the same garment, pushing a truck filled with sacks of grain. Did the wickedness of this pack and its Alpha have no limit or end? A girl of barely five years old too?! She couldn’t wash her own socks at that age. What manner of slave ship is this? She thought, her heart breaking at the sight, especially as she saw the little girl fall on her knees under exhaustion, her face worn with weariness. She had almost gone out of her way to help the kid until she heard the voice of her taskmaster.
“Lazy kid! Get up from there and push the grain to the silo! Or do you prefer to be whipped along?” The woman shouted, her eyes shooting daggers to the little girl who immediately sprung up to her feet, and starting pushing the truck again.
Olivera could see the net venations on the girl’s forehead as she struggled with all her might to push the truck. She looked around to see the reactions of the other girls in the field, but none of them were even looking at the scenario. It broke her heart further to see that they all had normalized the act which seemed to have been occurring on a daily basis.
“And what are you doing there staring like a she-goat?? Follow me. You have a lot of work to do. When you are done with that, perhaps, you can find the time to pity someone else.” The woman shouted to her, when she had noticed that Olivera had stopped at a distance and was staring after the little who was just doing her work.
Olivera turned away from the heartbreaking sight to the woman who had just enlisted herself into her special book of evil witches, and almost rolled her eyes at her, but for the fear of attracting much punishment to herself than the usual.
And so, she just nodded at the woman before she continued to move further, making sure to keep some distance between her and the woman, not wanting to bump into the latter if for an instant the woman stopped in her movements. Leonard had been lenient enough to just scold her, she had no idea what the woman in front of her would do if she did the same; maybe meticulously deliver to her two slaps, and she didn’t want that.
As she trailed behind the woman, she had the feeling of being watched, and so, she turned slightly and shivered thereafter when she saw the shrewd hulk of a man staring at her. He was still standing at that point where she had seen him at first. When their gazes met, the man licked his lips, while staring at her suggestively. She almost gagged at the sight. Hastily, she turned away in time to catch the woman taking a bend in the field.
Grateful for the obtrusion as she turned and walked through the curvature in the field which had cut away the man’s sight of her, she followed the woman more steadily, breathing easier, even as they came to halt before a small bungalow.
“Here is the changing room. You first come here after leaving your cell, to take a bath and wear your garment. You also do so after working for the day. You also join the others to eat here.” The woman stated, not looking at Olivera as she turned the door’s knob and opened the door.
Olivera nodded unconsciously after the woman was done reciting the manual for the building, before following the woman inside the white washed house. The inner décor of the house looked like a boy’s locker room, you know, that place where the boys usually bathe and change their wears before and after a sporting event. She noticed the row of bathrooms and a couple of smaller rooms perhaps reserved for when they wanted to change their clothes. She also noticed a long table surrounded with many chairs at the left wing of the hall-like house. The cafeteria. She thought, as she saw it; only that there was no chef to serve them food. She knew that they would be doing that themselves.
“Take this and go into one of the rooms, and change.” The woman said, suddenly disrupting her thoughts.
She jerked back a bit, startled at the seemingly sudden statement of the woman, her hands shivering a bit as she stretched out her hand and collected the surprisingly ironed cloth from the woman. She hadn’t seen the woman coming. She hadn’t even known when the woman had gone away and where she had brought the cloth from. She had zoned out again. She pep-talked herself inwardly to stop the habit. It wouldn’t be of help to her here.
Aware that the woman was still staring after her, she walked, conscious not to have an awkward gait as she moved into one of the changing rooms.
Once inside the room, she sighed deeply, looking at the cloth in her hands.
She had a feeling that her life was about to undergo a phenomenal change, a change that most assuredly would not leave her unscathed.
She only hoped that she would be able to stay strong and not fizzle out, emerging at the end of it all as a survivor.
Author's POV:Olivera straightened the invisible creases on the short thin gown with her fingers, sighing all the same. She was a slave. The realization soaked her in and out.But for how long? Would it be forever?A step at a time. She thought to herself as she took in a deep breath, and let out some more.She will survive. She has to."Are you planning on sleeping in there?" She heard her taskmaster ask with a loud voice, and gulped in saliva. This was it. Her work has started.Sighing again, she turned the knob of the door and walked out, her face down, her eyes concentrated on a dark brown stain on the waist band of the gown.She jerked her head up as she heard the woman cuss."You don't even know how to wear a gown? Are you serious right now?" The woman asked, as she trailed her eyes all over her."I..." Olivera stuttered, then shut her mouth. She wasn't sure of what her crime was. "Come here." The woman ordered, and Olivera stilled at first, unsure of why the woman was calling
Olivera's POV:"Have a seat." The man called Nick, said to me as he sat on a stool close to the wall opposite me.I obliged, and took a seat on one of the sofas in his sitting room, mainly because he looked and sounded kind.But I wasn't stupid to think that every member of this evil pack was the same. After all, their alpha was evil himself."How did you come here?" He asked, folding his arms across his chest.I paused before answering his question, knowing that he was expecting a narrative on how I had managed to find myself in the wrong pack at the wrong time, that is if any time was right."Our pack was attacked. I was escaping with my best friend when we were hijacked by members of your pack. End of story." I said, picking up to courage to look at him, since he was the only person in this pack, apart from Leonard, interested in knowing about me; not that I have met a lot of people here though.When I had been coming with my taskmaster, Rose, we had walked through the other side o
It all made sense now.The herbs and the plants all over the place. It made sense that he was the Pack’s doctor. It just hadn’t made sense to me that such a person would want to talk to a slave in a kind manner.The woman hadn’t noticed me yet. Her head was still lowered. I could sense the amount of sorrow she was drowning in. The child must be a special one or an only child. I thought.“Let’s go.” I heard Nick say and turned sharply to stare at him.I caught his eyes on me.Had he been referring to me or the woman?Already the woman was standing. But he was still looking at me.“Is she coming with us?” I heard the woman ask; her question echoed my exact thoughts. But I could hear the skepticism in her voice. I knew then that I shouldn’t be running rounds with a doctor.“Yes, she is,” Nick replied, and I balked. Was this man trying to put me in trouble?Turning aside to look at the woman, I could see her reluctance in the drooping down of her shoulders, and in the scrutiny of her gaz
"Let me have the bag." Nick said to me as he stretched his hand toward me. I nodded, already sliding the bag off my shoulder, although my eyes were still stuck on the little boy who seemed to be in some kind of agony. His mother stood at the far corner of the room, darting her eyes between us and her son. Shouldn't she be sitting closer to him? I thought, whilst stretching the medical bag to Nick. I stretched the bag towards him, but before he could collect it, a loud voice boomed across the room, causing me to shudder and drop the bag to the floor. "Who let in a dirty slave near my son?" Immediately, I shut my eyes tightly, partly from the fear of what would happen next, and the consequences of the crack sound I had heard when the bag had fallen to the floor. Something had broken, and I felt so guilty and afraid. I was sure that Nick would have my head for whatever it was. So much for concentration. "Stop bellowing Mark. You have frightened the girl into dropping my medicine ba
We have been working for three hours now on a stretch, or rather Nick has been doing so, while I had just stayed close and watched, making sure to pick up some details which might be important in the nearest future, since I had more of a photographic memory; one good thing that the goddess blessed me with at least, and which had helped my transition into the nerd’s base during my high school days.The boy was sleeping now, as Nick ran a purplish liquid around his skin like a snail. Perhaps, to cover up the sores or something. I’m not sure.Before we had started the treatment though, Nick had made sure that we had taken a potion from a small bottle. According to him, the sour liquid was supposed to make us immune to the plague. I had almost asked him why he hadn’t made it in large quantities and distributed it to the whole pack. That way, the plague would be curbed. But you know me, I had kept shut, waiting for the right time to broach the topic.“We are done now.” Nick stated after he
Author's POV: A short smile was plastered on Olivera's lips as she walked side by side with the Pack's doctor out of the Margret's house, her hands clutching tightly to the bag which hung on her shoulders. At the last moment, she had been able to thank the woman more appropriately, even with a bow at one time, to show her gratefulness for the meal the latter had thoughtfully kept aside for her. "You seem happy." She heard Nick say, and smiled the more, ignoring the hateful look she was getting from another slave who was squatting adjacent to her, on the other side of the street, washing some metallic objects. She didn't know what they were, but she guessed that they were tools quite alright. "Yes. I feel lucky to have been put up with you first. I don't want to imagine what would have been my fate if I had been sent off to someone like Mark." She replied, happiness shining in her deep blue eyes. "I see. So, I am your lucky charm then." Nick mentioned with a chuckle; smiling the m
"Why did you take the slave girl to Mark's house, Nick; knowing his unacceptance of them?" Seth asked, as his eyes darted from the doctor to the girl behind him, whilst holding himself from pushing away the doctor who served as an obstruction to his coveting the girl."I took her because I needed her aid in the healing process. His son is besotted with the plague already. I had believed that he would be bothered about the wellbeing of his son, not the unworthiness of a slave. Seems, I was wrong. His hatred for the young girl outlasted that of the concern for his son. So disgusting." Nick answered, his voice seasoned with anger, his lips turned up in contempt and disgust for the ungrateful fellow.Seth suspired as he heard the words of the Pack's doctor.He knew that no matter how hard he wanted to snatch the slave girl away from him right now, he couldn't. The man had some valid points. Although, he didn't know the feelings associated with having a son or daughter, he believed that i
Jeremy and Lyon walked side by side to a shack at the right edge of the field which evidently served as the diner.Walking into the disordered space, a short smile appeared on his face as he watched some girls serving the men food with a huge tray.Olivera must be here. He had thought. He couldn't wait to see her again. It seemed like ages since he had seen her.They were served a watery looking substance and bread, immediately they took their seats on one of the small wooden tables."What is this?" He asked Lyon, as he used his spoon to scoop some of the substance and slanting it, let it run freely back to the plate. It had a weird smell too."No idea. But it is almost the only thing that they cook." Lyon replied, digging into his meal enthusiastically. He was hungry, after that much work."They?" Jeremy asked, casting short glances at the girls in flimsy dresses. A dreadful feeling enveloped him when he considered the fact that Olivera might be wearing the same cloth. If she was, th