INTENSITY WARNING!
It was hell. She was in hell.
She had always thought she had been living in hell before. She was a slave, being forced to work every day. She was treated worse than the other slaves though. She was different, she and her brother were different. They had fallen from people to slaves, from humans to rats. They had been reduced to hell because of a decision they had no control over.
Their family was broken, their status the same as the dirt that others stepped on. In that broken state, they were taken and put to work. Every day, she would do the work of three. Cook, clean, wash, sweep, garden. Her list of work was endless. She would wash even the slave's clothes and then there was the work that she only could do.
Entertain.
