"Once the slave is fully ready to be sold only then he or she can be sent out to be sold in the market," Silja heard him say. Small lamps were burning at some distance providing light.
"This way," Silja saw a woman standing not far and gesturing to them to walk behind them.
They entered one room, thankfully the room had enough light.
The girl asked them to sit and then walked away from there.
"Can anyone come here?" Silja asked, looking at him.
"What do you think?" Carlo raised his eyebrows.
Silja didn't reply but she knew the answer already.
"You don't seem bothered," Silja commented in a small voice. The way he was sitting there with ease it didn't seem like he came here for the first time. And deep down she regretted coming here with him.
Did she trust him more than necessary? Silja questioned in her head.
If anything happened to her she was sure that no one would be able to find out about her.
