A piercing scream cut through the air and made my heart freeze. The sounds of anguished cries and lamentation flooded the place. All around, people were scattered. The atmosphere was a regular Mediterranean evening - warm and motionless, little did I know that my world was about to be shattered forever...
I looked up at her colourless face and tried to be brave…"I will not let them take you." I whispered bravely in to her ear, touching on what was the worst of her fears. "Even if it is the last thing I must do." I knew it was already too late, yet, I clenched onto the little hope I had left.
“My son, oh, my sweetheart, no…”In shackles beside the auctioning block the fair, dark-haired woman wept. Her handlers were brute and intolerant of her sorrow and one of the pair of burly men slapped her across the face to shut her up. The blow caused her to stumble and fall, landing on her back and thus on her hands, the binders cutting into the soft flesh of her wrists... (continued below)
2007-01-06
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