But one day my father returned home earlier than usual. His clothes were torn, blood was flowing from his nose, and his eye was swollen from a large bruise. My brother just shook with fear, and his mother took him to a room and put him to bed. My father said that some people fell into the shop, turned everything upside down, beat him and told him to pay them some debt.

Father never told us about any debt. But this evening he said that he once borrowed a small amount to purchase goods. But the money he gave long ago. But these people did not want to listen. Leaving, they promised that they would come the next day.

And at night I heard a terrible roar. Then two men entered my room, dragged me out of bed, tore off the clothes I was sleeping in, and pushed me outside. I did not see my father, mother and brother. What became of them, I did not know.

Livia fell silent and stared at the fire. Gorn gently stroked the girl's hair, patiently waiting for her to continue her story. He understood that he unwittingly made her relive the events of that terrible night. He saw her hand tremble, he heard her breath.

“Enough for today,” said the young man. “Go to sleep, slave.”

But the next evening he asked Libya to continue the story. The slave settled down on the floor near the chair of her master, like the last time, put her head on his lap, took a deep breath, and continued the story.

- It turned out that they hadn’t pulled me out of bed one night. There were about twenty more girls there. Some were still quite girls. The guards whistled. We drove somewhere. All the way we were beaten, shouted, called out. I noticed that some girls have their hands tied behind their backs with a thin metal clip.

Then they locked us up in some dirty stinky barn. There was not even straw. But all the girls were so exhausted that they fell right on the dirt floor. It became quiet, only sometimes it came from one corner, then from another, a quiet cry.

Then came the two guards. They wandered for a long time between us, looking for something. Then they grabbed two girls and dragged them along. Through the holes in the walls, we heard the soldiers raping and beating these unfortunates. We returned them to the barn just before dawn. The girls were dirty, exhausted, on their bodies there was no living place from abrasions and bruises.

We were picked up early in the morning. The guard brought a cauldron with some porridge, but he did not give us any bowls or spoons, but only grinned evilly and snapped us to hurry with the food. But eating this brew was impossible. From him bore rotten fish and rot. Someone vomited from one smell. But there were those who pounced on this crap. Especially greedily ate girls with shackled hands. They pushed each other off with their shoulders, shoved with their legs, even bit. How could they eat this poison?

And then we drove on. It was the height of summer, and the heat was unbearable. But the soldiers urged us on with lashes, but, in spite of our moans and prayers, we were not allowed to drink. By evening, we were all exhausted and barely dragged his legs. Several captives died on the way, but the soldiers did not even bother to put them aside, and so they left us lying in plain view.

This went on for three days. In the morning we were again driven out of the barn, where we spent the night, and lined up. Some important gentleman appeared. He grandly walked along the row and carefully examined each girl, felt her like a beast, ran his hand into his mouth, checking his teeth. Then he said something to the senior guard and put a small purse in his hand. He nodded quite and left, and the rest of the soldiers went with him.

I noticed that among us were not those girls with shackled hands. They were taken somewhere at night. My neighbor said they were taken to the quarry for work.For more, these girls are not suitable. And she said that we put up for sale.

Other guards appeared, and with them several girls in long linen dresses and leather aprons. Each of them had an iron hoop around his neck, and his legs were shackled with shackles. My neighbor said it was a slave-servant who will have to prepare us for trading. I was surprised how she knew everything, but the girl just grinned and said nothing to me.

We were taken to a clean room, like a bath. There, the slaves washed us for a long time, combed them, anointed them with various ointments and drugs. I lay on a marble bench and enjoyed the touches of a little slave who bent over me. Her hands were so soft and soft that I even forgot where I was and what happened to me. After a few days of stuffiness and beatings, hunger and bullying, this bath seemed to me a gift from the Gods.

The food was good, the girls took care of us diligently. They even gave us unpretentious clothes and light sandals. But one morning a guard entered the room where we lived, and ordered him to follow him. We walked along a long corridor and soon found ourselves in a huge bright room with large windows and heavy lamps hanging from the ceiling. On the walls were small sofas, on which men and women of all different classes sat. I realized that now begin bidding.

But something completely unexpected happened. In the middle of the hall, where we stood in a semicircle, a tall, thin man in a black raincoat stepped out and began to slowly walk around our row. He sometimes lingered around one of the girls, looked at her for a long time, and then continued to inspect.

Approaching me, he looked at me for a few moments, then ordered me to take off my clothes. I hesitated, not knowing what to do. Then a man in a raincoat grabbed his sleeve and pulled hard. Matter cracked, and clothes slipped down.

- Hands behind head! He ordered in his raspy voice.

I obeyed, and the man began to feel me from all sides. I bit my lip so as not to cry, and he still crushed my breasts, stomach, buttocks, while I clicked my tongue and mumbled something. Inspection lasted a long time. I could barely stand it all.

Then he called the owner of the house and thrust a weighty purse with money into his hand. I realized that I sold and now belong to this thin man.

Livia fell silent again. Tears appeared in her eyes. Gorn saw what spiritual torment his slave was experiencing, remembering everything that had happened to her. But he wanted to hear the continuation of the story. He stroked the girl's head again, trying to calm her down.

So ended this evening. And on the third day the slave told the lord the story of her life, and he listened without interrupting.

- The dress was not returned to me, but they also ordered my sandals to be removed. The man in the raincoat waved his hand. Some soldier grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into a small room near the hall. I was ordered to stand still. My hands were tucked behind my back and tightly strapped on my wrists and pulled to my body. Then he tied his legs. The guard who led me to this room ordered me to open my mouth and shoved a large piece of coarse cloth into it, and then tightened my mouth with a belt.

I tried to resist, but every time I received not a strong but painful lash on my stomach or chest. Then they pulled a bag of thick black fabric over my head. I did not see anything and did not hear well. Someone hoisted me on my shoulder and carried me somewhere. Because of helplessness and resentment I didn’t think well, so I didn’t notice how I was in the wagon. And then completely lost her feelings.

Recovering, I did not immediately understand where I was. It was dark, cold and damp around. When my eyes gradually got used to the darkness, I began to discern the outlines of objects. It turned out that they put me in a small cell that was in the basement of some house. I was alone in this chamber, and this made me doubly terrible. In addition, my hands were shackled behind my back with an iron ring, like those of the girls I was talking about. There were heavy shackles on the ankles, and the chain was thick and very short. Because of it, I could only move in small steps.A thick leather collar was put on the neck, from which to the wall ... Read more →