Chapter 71: To Be Auctioned
"W-where am I?" Rose asked no one in particular.
She didn’t get any response, and the girls just huddled together. They were in two groups of twos and one group of threes.
Rose looked from one person to the other, then pointed. "Ye, yer look older than the rest. Can ye tell me anythin’, please? I need to know where I am."
The girl jerked as Rose pointed to her. She was the girl with a cut on her lips, and the two younger girls clung to her. "I don’t know. I only know we are here because we were sold."
"Sold?" Rose repeated in horror.
She tried to stand on her feet. There must be some misunderstanding, but even as she thought this, she knew there wasn’t. The man who took her had sold her off, but how did he even get to her?
Rose didn’t remember much, only that she had returned to the room she shared with Martha, cleaned up, and went to sleep. When she woke up, there was a huge man over her, and when she tried to scream for help, he knocked her unconscious. She rubbed her head at the memory. It still hurt enough to make her dizzy.
There was also a slight pain in her neck, but the pain in her head was more than enough to overshadow it. Her back was also in pain, but she figured that was probably from lying down on the cold, hard ground.
She scrambled to the bars, and the girls moved out of the way. " ’Ey!" she yelled. " ’Ey! Tis a mistake." Her throat felt hoarse.
"Don’t bother," the girl continued. "No one can hear us. They come twice a day to give us food, but that’s it, and the food isn’t even enough for all of us."