The female slave looked at the person whom she feared more than betraying her masters with a dumbfounded expression.
She was pushed beyond fear, to be honest. She had been stimulated greatly in a single day and she no longer had a voice to scream anymore.
If she wasn't mistaken, this person, with the exact facial features, though she looked much better compared to the face she last saw over thirteen years ago. The person was supposed to be dead.
She was there when the girl with the same face was flogged to near death before she was buried and breathed her last. She was present on all occasions. She even visited that unnamed grave for several days just to check if the animals hadn't visited there and to see if everything was fine.
So why was she seeing that same face after so many years?
"You …... How are you still alive? Are you a ghost?" the female slave asked fearfully, her whole body trembling and voice shaking as she kept her gaze on Calista.
