Days started to blur together in the slave camp. Every day felt exactly the same. Filled with cold, hard labour and hopelessness. At first, Issa had been in shock from the raid that tore her from the place she had managed to call home. Then came the brutal experience from Val. An experience she wished to forget but couldn't forget in a hurry even if she tried.

She had gone through the motions like she wasn’t really there. The spoils had been kept to serve older concubines. It was inhuman the ...