eryone that they could continue their activities, while I lowered my head as I was embarrassed. I heaved a sigh in fear as his words reverberated in my mind. My heart raced faster, and my heart

m, trying to figure out a way to leave, but the thought of Miranda being in captivity killed my zeal to escape. I can't leave without her, I said in my thoughts. I heaved a sigh, patting the hair off my face as I leaned forward and turned the knob of the faucet. Water rushed out, and I stared for a moment before placing my hand underneath and splashing my face with some water. I took a deep breath as I finally cleaned up my dress, clearing my throat slightly as I looked into the mirror to see how I was looking. I tilted my head from side to side while focusing on my eyes in the mirror, trying to keep tears from rolling down my cheeks. I sniffed, tapping my cheeks slightly as I exhaled heavily with my mouth curved into an "o" shape. I leaned forward to have a better look into my eyes as I cleaned my lower eyelids gently. I picked up my bag and walked out of the washroom. The man who was there to oversee me bowed as I walked, and I was amazed by his action. I walked back to where I stood earlier, and I could feel the eyes of people around as they watched me walk to Hardin. He had cleaned up too and looked all great again. I heaved a sigh as I walked towards him. He gave me a straight stare momentarily before clearing his throat lightly to talk. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, and I could not help but think. This minute he is being nice to me as if I were his woman and the next minute he is yelling and screaming at me like I am one of his slaves. I was frustrated by this feeling and I could not hold it anymore. "I want to go home. I don't like it here at all." I said as I looked