"What is your crime child?"

The voice in her head, sounded pleasant, friendly. Why it was in her head, Cancia had no idea, she was even confused about how to respond to it. Maybe just think the words? My life was stolen, so I stole the lives of four men, but their's forever, yet my life is still lost. Maybe the voice would understand. She wasn't being moved anymore. One of the guards was speaking to a man, an escaped slave? Not escaped for long...

Cancia was afraid. She didn't know where they were going, but, she knew she was going to be tortured. They had said that much, then she would return to being a slave, doing, something certainly terrible. Wasn't she going to die back there, fighting off those men in the alley? What happened?

She felt the escaped slave being pulled next to her, bumped into her a little. His arm felt strong, thick, muscular. Maybe, once they were to the ship, he could help her, together they could figure out how to escape, surely he was going to be tortured as well, he would want just as much as her to get out of this situation. And she would, she wasn't going to let this happen to her.

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