Evans pov contd.
When I turned silent I heard a scream that raised all the hair of my body.
"It must be one of the slaves getting punished." replied the brooding man, with red hair. Saying it he turned and slept again.
"The woman must be in pain.'' I murmured only to receive a snort in response.
"She must have either broken the rules or been denied to sleep with any of them?" he said as if he was talking about the falling of rain or deciding about the food.
Then as if he had been reminded of something very important, he stood up and walked in front of me. He looked at me closely and then smirked.
"Soon it will be your number." he said with a smirk.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown, but his smile only widened with my question.
"I will soon be hearing your cries like that when the master will spend the night with you." he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"I am not going to sleep with a woman." I shook my head, as my virginity belonged to the woman I love.
