The men led the captive girls to an isolated area within the camp, a place buzzing with noise and activity. Carriages screeched to a stop, and more little girls, with hands tied together securely and mouths also gagged; all held captive in the same manner, were brought in. The atmosphere was tense, filled with the sounds of murmurs and hushed conversations.
As they moved forward in a queue, the men held onto the girls' arms tightly, ensuring they couldn't escape. At a counter, a man with a book and pen awaited them, ready to record their information and statistics.
"Next!" he called out, and the hefty man holding Eva pulled her to the front. He removed the gag from her mouth so she could answer the questions.
"Name," the man at the counter asked, his gaze shifting from his record book to Eva. However, Eva remained silent, refusing to speak.
"I said, name!" he yelled, growing impatient and repeating his question.
