Days turned into weeks, and Laura's flower sales helped to manage the debt, but Mrs. White's dissatisfaction grew. She wanted more money, faster, and her patience was wearing thin. The debt collectors were still knocking, and the threat of losing everything loomed over them.
In her desperation, Mrs. White concocted a sinister plan. She visited the local slavery house, a place whispered about in hushed tones, where people were bought and sold like cattle. The ruthless owner, Mr. Blackwood, greeted her with a mixture of curiosity and contempt.
Mrs. White proposed a deal: she would bring him able-bodied people, and he would pay her a substantial sum. Mr. Blackwood agreed, seeing an opportunity to expand his business.
Meanwhile, Laura, unaware of her aunt's scheme, continued selling flowers. She worked tirelessly, her fingers raw and sore, but her spirit unbroken. One fateful evening, as she walked home, her basket empty and her heart heavy, she was ambushed by Mr. Blackwood's men. They kidnapped her, throwing her into a dark, damp cellar.
Laura's world went dark. She was trapped, with no escape. The last thing she remembered was her aunt's words: "You're useless, Laura. You'll never amount to anything."
Mrs. White's scheme had led to Laura's capture. The aunt's greed had sealed her niece's fate. Laura was now a slave, who would be forced to endure the harsh realities of the slavery and listen to their buyer.