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Broken shoulder
Lisa’s POV I was allowed to stay in my room for only a day before being dragged back to the worksite by the guards. “You can do this," I whispered to myself, nervously rubbing the choker wrapped around my neck. When I arrived at the site, the slave master greeted me with a scowl and a long whip in his hand. The angry frown on his face deepened the moment I stood before him. “Why are you late?” he asked with anger and hatred while I swallowed hard again. “I—" “Shut up and get to work!” he snapped before I could explain. He hurled a basket at me, and I barely managed to catch it. “Over there," he said, pointing to the storeroom. “Take everything out of there and bring it here. Quickly. Don’t laze around!” With heavy feet, I walked in the direction of the storeroom, which was a few st
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