The Escape

“Wake up, time to work!” I was pulled out of bed by two guys.

“Ow!” I winced at the pain between my thighs.

One of the men was the one that brought that painful injection. The other was a new face. I was at my weakest point. What work can I possibly do? I was dragged along to a stable with two horses. They pushed me inside. I fell on my knees with my palms landing on the hay floor. I looked back at the wicked men.

“Feed them and clean this place up,” the evil injection man ordered. He went away, leaving me with a new face.

“Work,” the new face commanded. He tugged at a whip that was kept on some pile of straws.