Owning Sofia

'No talking.' One of the guards urged. I picked up my flimsy plastic fork and began to eat. It was bland enough but I was grateful for anything. I ate slowly; I wanted to delay meeting my buyer for as long as I could. But the food only lasted so long and eventually I was taken away and led down another series of halls. As well as the fact that fighting here would do me more harm than good, all of my energy was drained. With my belly full of food and my body and mind tired from the day's ordeals my only desire was sleep. I heard the men around me discussing my 'transport' and wondered what it meant. Was I being sent somewhere else now? My own buyer couldn't even take me himself? Rich bastard I thought. I yelped when I felt the sharp scratch of a needle enter my bicep and stared up in horror at the man administering it.

'It's for the journey.' He said simply. I tried to ask where they were sending me, but my words failed me as I gradually slumped to the floor, my wish for sleep granted.

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