47 Pudding Island

When the sun came up over the sea, the hateful men finally let me down and threw me back into the cabin again. This time my body was weaker and I didn't even have the strength to crawl. I searched desperately for Fiona. She wasn't in the crowd.

Is she not coming back?

Just as I was feeling regretful, a pair of hands gently stroked my back and I finally saw Fiona. Her face was scarred and her eyes were numb. I'm afraid to ask her if the men did anything to her last night. I'm afraid to know the truth.

"Last night I heard them say they were going to sell us to a b.rothel," Fiona said to herself, her voice sounding desperate. Then she smiled bitterly. "At least we'll live, won't we?"