"Oi, bitch! How long are you going to sleep? Wake up! It's dawn!"
A man's vulgar shout woke her up. Her silver long eyelashes fluttered open and looked at the man's back who just left water waking her up.
She knew if she was a bit late, she would be beaten by them.
She got up and winced as her whole body ached.
"Ver, are you awake already?" someone asked with a sleepy tone.
Veronica kindly smiled at the five years old child beside her. She pinched his dirty cheek lovingly.
"Get up, Rulas. We have work to do," she urged the child.
"You, elves, come here and start working!" an angry voice shouted.
Veronica, Rulas, and other children and women got up. They brushed their torn, filthy clothes and walked barefooted in the muddy road.
They needed to work.
It had been two months since Veronica fled from Ironin and got caught up with the traffickers. This time, they weren't human traffickers.
They were elf traffickers.
