The guard taking me to meet the man who bought me pushes me with all his might as soon as the door opens. I fly through the threshold landing right on my knees, feeling my skin being scraped.

Not my first wound and certainly not one of the worst.

I was shaking, the room was cold and I was wearing a thin cotton dress. Gathering my strength I looked up at my purchaser. He stood with his hands in his pants pockets. His gaze is hard, piercing, fixed on the guard.

I'm scared

His jaw tenses and then his gaze drops to me. I want to run. I want to scream in fear, but my body treacherously does not obey.