"Hey, how the hell did they get you?"
A shrill voice pierced into Roland's ears. Because his posture was fixed by metallic instruments, he blinked away his sleeplessness and attempted to turn his face but managed to only move the thickness of a few hairs. His body hugged by the iron hoop couldn't move an inch. A sigh leaked from his lips:
"I was tricked and sold to robbers who then sold me here."
"Oh, you're such an idiot."
"What about you? Aren't you also trapped here?"
They should be helping each other out in such a dangerous environment, but the person beside him laughed at others misfortunes. Not able to communicate fluently is the basic equality they needed in order to survive. It was unreasonable to respond to others in a mocking tone while they were in similar situations.
"Lower your voice, do you want to get beaten up? Want your mouth gagged, your eyes blindfolded, your ears plugged? You'll go insane in less than a quarter of an hour, you know?"
