A slave's life

Kumik Village

Life in the mountains starts early. Even before the sun rises woman are already up, tending to the fires and household chores, getting food ready for their husbands and children.

Young boys round their small herds of goats and move the animals to nearby fields and free. plateaus searching for brambles and fresh grasses. Young girls help their mothers with the cleaning, milking and keeping their huts clean.

That morning the Odsier woman came walking towards Hunter. She had a bowl and a glass on her hands which she set down close by as she shooed some young children who were throwing small rocks at the helpless man.

His skin was cold from spending the night out, naked to the elements, but at least the beatings has not started yet.

She lifted his head gently and gave him his second dose of the antidote. Although still weak his eyes were already loosing the opaque shine of fever.

Once he drank it she placed the bowl to his lips. It had a thin broth of vegetables. Slaves were not allowed meat. At least until they decided if they would brand him with the woading tattoo. Every slave had an option to become an Odonine. But it was a hard and long road, full of violence and deprivation. One she knew too well looking at her broken and scared hands.

She has managed to keep the young teens from roughing the other slave. The one with the red hair. She belonged to Shalia Nix now and she freeze their balls and snap their phalluses off if they touched her, she warned. She had been successful.

Getting back up to go back to her duties she noticed Shalia Nix and her entourage were ready to leave. She didn't know whose fate would be worse in the weeks to come. The naked man or the fire haired girl.

~May Erewhon watch over them...~