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A girl walked through the fields of the farmhouse, high in the mountains of the land of Nargrei.
A basket was held tightly in her arms, which was loaded with carrots. She had long dark curly hair and blue eyes that demanded respect, but they were also warm and gentle. She was seventeen years old.
Sixteen years back she had lost her parents, she didn’t know how or why, but she did. An old woman adopted her, but when she grew to be old enough to work. The old woman set her to till the land and care for the house.
The woman didn’t have time for names, so she named the girl G. G was a hard worker, but not appreciated for it.
G reached the house, the basket felt heavier as she approached the house.
Setting the basket on the porch, G straightened the sleeves of her tunic. Suddenly the raspy cruel voice of the old woman echoed from the open door. G suddenly felt fear grip at her as she raced through the door. She slid to a halt and almost crashed into the other slave workers.
One girl nudged her in the side and muttered. ‘’Watch it.’’
G fixed her eyes on the old woman.
The old woman sat with an arrogant air to her. Her hair was pulled into a severe bun and he sharp dark eyes pierced their with menacing glares.
‘’I would like all of you to report back to the fields.’’
G turned to walk away when she heard the old woman say. ‘’Except you G.’’
G grimaced then turned back to the old woman. G’s eyes met the old woman’s as she said. ‘’Tell me G…what were you doing?’’
G stuttered then said. ‘’I..I was picking vegetables. I pickled the eggs and pulled the carrots like you asked ma’am.’’
The old woman suddenly rounded on her, hissing. ‘’You lie…K saw you with a boy.’’
K was one of the slaves. She liked to report on people to earn higher privileges like being able to leave the farm every once in a while.
G gulped then said. ‘’He was trying to help me…carry the basket of carrots.’’
The old woman glared at her and turned to the whip that hung on the wall. Brutal spikes ran down the braided thong. G could see the blood stains of other victims who fell to the torment of the whip.
‘’You know the punishment for lying.’’ The old woman said darkly. ‘’J will have to pay dearly. What did I say before G.’’
‘’Girls..cannot speak with boys.’’
‘’Why is that?’’ The woman asked, holding the braided leather in her hand.
‘’Because…boys with girls are distractions…they will cause us to stop working.’’
The old woman nodded. ‘That right, now turn around.’’
‘’Please.’’ G begged. ‘’I don’t-
‘’I said turn around.’’ The woman hissed.
G put her back to the old woman, shaking as she readied for the blow.
The searing sensation of the deadly whip pierced her back. G was crying by the fifth lash. She could feel the blood, trickling down her legs.
‘’Will you lie again?’’ The old woman said with quiet rage.
