New place New people

JOJO'S POV

Getting used to life in a foreign country and a foreign tongue grows on you faster than you expect ‘specially when the locals are nice and welcoming.

My case is not and I feel like I stepped into a sixteenth-century documentary on slavers and the horrors of slavery. Albert, who's Madame Silva’s driver, formed a bond with me after he learned I didn't like working in the poppy fields.

None of us liked breaking our backs under the harsh sun to pluck up drugs that'd end up destroying people's lives but I was the only one stupid enough to be vocal about it and that earned me a designated spot at the whipping ground.

Albert found me after the first whipping and cleaned up my back and rubbed some healing cream on it. He came back the next night and the next until I found myself waiting up for him after each whipping session.

They call The Estate A Casa Do Ouro which makes no sense to me because the Mansion is surrounded by over fifty acres of poppy flowers, growing exotically