“You’re nothing.”
Contains: prison/labour camp, chains, collars
The chief overseer stalked before the new arrivals, the low rumble of his voice dripping with disgust. “Welcome, scum. Let me tell you what your lives will be like from now on.”
The convicts, newly arrived from whatever courts or prisons had spit them out to toil away in mines and camps until their sentences or their lives came to an end—whichever came first—stood motionless, linked by chains at their ankles and throats. The iron collars, snug but not squeezing, choked away their air, anyway.
“From this day forward, you’re nothing.” The overseer smiled grimly. “You all belong to me.”
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