I didn't know why, but the cargo hold, which was usually deathly silent, was bustling today… However, this was not something that the slaves locked in the cages should concern themselves with.
The guards who were supposed to be watching over them had already hurried out, but…
That wasn't something the slaves should concern themselves with.
"..."
Perhaps it was just a new method of torturing and playing with them… These slaves of different races had long known they had no hope of escaping.
Even though… they were all in perfect physical condition.
But it made no difference… *Psychologically, they were broken, left with only numbness and submission. Their only remaining hope was for their future masters to be slightly kinder.*
*Before being captured, everyone had a burning anger and hope in their hearts… But with each whipping, each act of torture, each seemingly possible escape attempt, their spirits had been completely dissipated.*
