"Get back to work!" The guard behind her screamed.
Rita immediately got back to work, the energy was not available but she had to work. Old Dawn was far behind watching and smiling.
"It serves her right, she would know what pain is in this plantation, this plantation would be her new home and she would always be brought here to work," Old Dawn soliloquized.
Rita Started losing herself again, the guard whipped her the second time and she passed out. "What a weakling, the guard thought. I will just put her out if she misery here and now," the guard said and pulled out his gun.
"Wait don't do it," Old Dawn hurried up to stop him, "return her to her cell," Old Dawn instructed another guard.
Rita was taken back to her cell, all her body was sore, she was now conscious but far too weak to even move her body she just laid in her prison bed.
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