Sorayah was now dressed in ragged clothes, stiff with dried blood from fallen humans whose garments had been stripped from their lifeless bodies and passed down to the next slave without a second thought. No one bothered to wash them. No one cared.
"Good! Now take her to where she's supposed to work. She'll labor until daybreak, and even after that," Mira commanded with a satisfied smirk, her sharp gaze fixed on Sorayah. "Slaves who prove to be disobedient will endure hard labor until they break. You should know who your master is now."
Adam cleared his throat, his tone carrying a faint trace of concern. "Some of the guards have prepared the Beta Lord's chambers for you, my lady. You should go and rest. It can be dangerous near the mines at night. I wouldn't want you exposed to unnecessary risks."
Mira barely spared him a glance before responding, "I'll leave this slave in your care then, Adam."
