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"What
is your name girl?"
"Nr. 817, sir."
"Donīt be impudent. I know that. I asked, what was
your name before you became a slave?"
"I am
sorry sir. But it is so many years since I was pulled into
that van, I
have nearly forgotten sir.
My name was Lara."
"Well for the future it is 817. Now, put this on!
I donīt want you to disturb the rich girls, who take riding leasons
here, with your naked body."
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"My
wife has been so kind as to let me give you her one of her old
wollen
sweaters.
She doesnīt like snotty nosed slaves. You will be allowed to
wear it, as long as it is winter.
I hope you are grateful."
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"You
are going to wear this chain, as long as you belong to me. We
canīt risk, you running away.
I have paid 10 $ for you. That is much more, than you are
worth."
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"Come
here 817 -
All of that old straw and horse shit must be piled up
before morning."
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Arhh
- It stinks and it is so heavy!
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"Keep
working 817. All that dung must be moved before tomorrow!
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Arhh
- This smell is overwhelming, and I must stay awake, in case he
came back.
But I am just so tired!
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"Up
you lazy brat - I shall teach you not to disobey!"
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"NOW BACK TO WORK! When you are finished, you keep standing up all night.
If you dare lie down again, you
will be very sorry!"
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