ELEANOR
“Please… someone, please help me, don't let them take me away. Save me, please!" The unmissable loud screams of a woman had us all rushing out to be greeted by the dreadful sight of a slave, dragged along with one of the guards with his fingers roughly fisting at her hair that she struggled to release from his hold. I couldn't help but wonder what on earth she might have done to warrant being treated like this.
She continued to cry for help that was obviously never going to come and each cry was accompanied by either a slap or a kick from the ticked-off guards, but it didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. The desperation was heavy in her voice and all we could do was watch as she was dragged along, her cries becoming more distant.
Looking around me at the slaves
