Chapter 9

Two of the warriors clamped my hands together and chained them, while the others watched in anger. There was no trace of pity or mercy in their eyes or expression. Instead, it exuded resentment and fury. My parents were in tears, as they held each others. Dad trying to console mom was really painful to watch.

If anyone had ever told me a day like this would come, I would have called the person a blunt liar.

"Walk faster!" I heard one of the warriors yell at me with a hot slap that made my cheek burn in sharp pain. I tried soothing the pain with a palm-rub, but my hands were clasped together, making it impossible to do so and provoking the pain to hurt intensely.

They pulled me like a slave, and I was swung into the empty cart so hard that my head hit hard on the wall of it, which was built with hard wood. I felt numb as more pain coursed through my body, causing it to shiver. I started to cry, but lost all strength as the door of the cart was shut, leaving me in the dark