"Please, let me go," Ileana begged in a sobbing voice. Her face had turned disgusting enough with all the tears, snot, and blood, but the man appeared as if he did not listen to her.
Ileana screams never stopped even though her throat was sore, facial muscles were throbbing in agony. Her scream could only manage to bring a frown or two from the one that was taking her. Surprisingly, he did not do anything like lay a hand on her to make her silent, but by the way, he was taking her; she was becoming restless with each moment. He had not laid a hand on her, as of yet, but it won't be far away.
In those vacant eyes of her captive, she could see no emotion; only coldness and pain as he led her downwards where not many were present. She already got a shock from the collar a couple of times as she tried to resist the man from taking her. Alas! All went in vain. It seemed like her destiny as a slave was sealed, and perhaps soothing more tormenting will happen next.
