I Spy, a Lie

Part Three

 5 Months Ago, Chan, the Ling Port

            Another owner had gotten rid of Kayly. They used her, and spat her out after they were done. The snow was light in the air, but the ground was a brown, chilling mush, not that she could feel. Her bare feet were purple, and her hands were starting to match. The chains were tight on her weak joints. The trader would hit her if she spoke up, so she kept her mouth shut.

            The dock smelt like old fish, something she knew all too well. Kayly could remember puking in her slave courter’s for hours from eating the vile substance. Though to her it was like cake to a poor man, rare, and the best tasting thing they could get their hands on. How she wished for something to eat, anything. Her stomach had stopped making noise a long time ago, but the feeling of emptiness was still there, very much alive.

            “Hurry up you scum!” The Trader’s voice rang harsh. The file moved the best they could, though it was hard with all the chains, and the lack of food. She heard the snap of the whip, and the scream of a woman. Kayly kept moving, not even flinching.

            This was the life of a Chan slave, but now they were leaving their homeland, going to Rolanz. There they would become slaves again, or worse, be sent to the battle front. Kayly prayed to be sent to war.