"W-where am I?" Rose asked no one in particular.
She didn't get any response, and the girls just huddled together. They were in two groups of twos and one group of threes.
Rose looked from one person to the other, then pointed. "Ye, yer look older than the rest. Can ye tell me anythin', please? I need to know where I am."
The girl jerked as Rose pointed to her. She was the girl with a cut on her lips, and the two younger girls clung to her. "I don't know. I only know we are here because we were sold."
"Sold?" Rose repeated in horror.
She tried to stand on her feet. There must be some misunderstanding, but even as she thought this, she knew there wasn't. The man who took her had sold her off, but how did he even get to her?
