As slaves we had chains on our hand like hand cuffs but they were also on our feet and then those were connected to the ones on our hands. They had us line up and we marched all the way to the city but if we slowed down or stoped for even a second they would grab whatever stick was lying around and hit you on the back till it broke. Once we got to the city they put us all in a change and put us in a place we're people could have a nose view of us. It was like being a caged animal. They feed us whatever garbage they could find sometimes they didn't feed us for several days at a time. The water they gave us was most likely sewage water it tasted as such and several of the women and children over a span of several days died of illnesses and sickness from the water. There was constant beatings. when they got mad they would go in the cage with us grab a iron pipe and just beat anyone they wanted. One kid saw is mother get hit by them and tried to help her. Por kid. The guy kicked the kid down on the ground and started stomping on his stomach until you could see his guts. He was 6. They were ruthless and awful. They mad shire each and every one of use was glad just to be alive. After a few months passed we learned to live with the new changes. Soon friends and family were bought and separated rather it be for manual labor or as sex slaves they were put through awful amounts of pain and torment. I was bought to a sage of sorts. Although i never did find out where Emily went but I hope it was better than were I went. Anyway once he bought me he injected me with a drug so I passed out. The next thing I remember was waking up in an underground labyrinth of sorts. On the first day at least I thin kid was day there was no clock and we were underground so I lost track of what time it was. Anyway he cut of my hand and rapped up my hand to stop the bleeding. I could not describe the the pain in words. It was like nothing I've ever experienced before. And to top it of he made me drink an elixir. By the way he had this awful smile while he was doing it. The elixir helped my wound completely but it was more painful than when it was of. My arm felt like it was on fire and like several insects were crawling around the wound as it healed. Fortunately that was one that he considered a successful elixir. When the elixir and other such potions with god knows what effect were unsuccessful he would angry and start kicking and shouting at me saying it was my fault for not being a good enough test subject. Sometimes when the was insanely angry he would even use me for sexual pleasure. It continued like this for what seemed like years.