When Helena woke up the following morning, the sun was already up, and Sanya's bed has been tidied up.
'Damn, how did I sleep soundly?'
After breakfast, the caravan started moving. They arrived at their next destination at dusk. It was too late to set up the circus so the women went to look around town while the men had a drinking session.
Sanya went back ahead of the others. She sneaked into the ringmaster's mobile dwelling. She was about to look under the bed for the money bag that her mother saved throughout the years, when a big and rough hand pulled her and flung her onto the bed.
Sanya's eyes widened when she saw who he was.
"Fa... Father?" she stammered.
The ringmaster was drunk. Under the influence of alcohol, he looked at Sanya with undisguised lust.
"You have grown so beautiful. Don't you know that I have been coveting you for a long time?" He reached out and pinned her on the bed.
Sanya was scared.
