"where I'm?"

Poor Rin wondered, when she woke up all hungry and in pain, as a result of the trembling she felt on the floor, and soon, she realized as she regained more and more her consciousness, that she was nowhere else than in a cart next to other slaves, on their way somewhere.

"It seems that they already picked me up and I'm on my way", Rin reasoned, being able to remember the brief mementos of consciousness before arriving and comparing it with her current situation, but this only brought a little calm to her curiosity and nothing more, since from this moment, she only had to wait for the fortune that would bring her at the end of her trip.

Fortunately for her and the others, the dealers had an appreciation for their wares, Unlike the darkroom where she was, so they were relatively well-fed, or at least enough to keep them going.

But sometimes, being active is not always good and even more so when you are locked up with nothing to do, having this much more weight in Rin, since even though they were all slaves without a future, they were still human.

The first days they denied her existence, limiting themselves to only insulting her about anything, about her origin, her figure, or her hair, which took more emphasis when she saw that she struggled desperately to smooth it out with her hand.

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But this seemed normal to Rin, there was already a lot of experience of this, but the experience was not enough to prevent them from starting to attack her.

Some blows and spitting here and there were somewhat light but annoying but worsened when she began to secretly shave her ears, with some sharp stone but with total deficiency and pain, the latter unfortunately was noticed by the other slaves, who with great kindness, they helped her with their clumsy hands in waxing her not only with the stone but also pulling her hair.

The end, the result was not pleasant, as there were still some hair residues in addition to small cuts, but the worst thing was that the hair grows, and after two weeks of travel, the hair was already beginning to hide the skin of her ears.

Fortunately for Rin, as these weeks passed, the car had reached its destination, a city on a mountain in the west, more specifically, in a large residence located in some wealthy area, but this did not know, until The trafficker had taken her out of the cart and guided her to the front of the house and in front of a middle-aged woman, who by the way, when she saw her, reminded her of her old and bitter boss.

But reality continued, even if she was thinking, and soon that lady, after finishing negotiating with the trafficker, ordered poor Rin to follow her, beginning once again, a life of servitude.