But if they were really sold to those non-human races, into the hands of those Demons...
Then their future might hold not only endless labor, but also the possibility of being devoured by the Demons, becoming their food!
Such a cruel future was simply too terrifying for her!
And to distract herself, to stop herself from overthinking, she chose to count.
"One, two... seventeen."
The last glow of the torch flickered between the rock walls, and Teresa watched her shadow break into seventeen pieces among the stalactite clusters.
The chains rubbed against her wrists as she moved, sending waves of burning pain that made her feel a bit disoriented.
She glanced again at the other slaves, trying to distract herself by continuing to count.
"One, two..."
"Ugh, alright, stop counting."
Behind her, Quinna's hoarse voice mingled with the light sound of chains, carrying a hint of helplessness: "Your counting is giving me a headache."
