"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
They kept lining up in a row, not knowing where it was, as their sobbing voice and fear could not be stopped and leaked out of their mouths.
Walked from their heads with their cloth bags covered, they were in a wagon the whole time. Everyone knows that it is only a matter of time before they are handcuffed or shackled as a product.
The boy who was walking barefoot on a hanging floor that they had never walked on, could not stop trembling if he turned forward. Inside the line in front of the orphaned boy, the range ranges from the old man to the girl, from the good body to the same poor body as yourself. Each one of them is taken away from another land in the same country, and they know not each other.
I don't even know how anyone got caught. When they noticed, they didn't even know who captured them. But the moment I woke up tied up and packed in a carriage, I didn't even know what I was caught.
You can be beaten just to make a statement, or whipped if you cry. Even the boy who lived in hunger in the countryside, far from the castle, had never been treated like this before.
The spacious rooms were lavishly constructed, but the smell was terrible. The boy close to the back row is still not sure of the smell. I realized that one of them was disinfectant. There was no information on the other odor except that the nose was likely to bend.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk..." Shit, the dust from the tippets is collecting all the dust. "
In the division of the secret tools, with the boss. Everyone trembled at the voice of the man who had the only voice in the large room.
Not only they were lined up, but even the men who brought us here in their carriages.
The sight of a frightened, big man raising and lowering his shoulders was enough fear. From the direction of the man who had the right to speak, the voice of a human who would be in the same position as himself could be heard, but most of them were screaming. In a space where no one else speaks, you can hear their words and the words of the man who has the right to speak, but they hardly change.
"Please help me", "I have a wife in my hometown", "I have just born a child", "I have special abilities", if there is a begging, "I will do anything", "I know the way out", "I will give my wife and daughter". After being allowed one chance each, the rattled man's voice chose between "yes," "no," and "hiring."
Immediately after I was told, "I don't want it," there was nothing but a demon of annihilation that the boy had never heard before, and a funny laugh from a man. I don't even know what's going on in the front row of darkened rooms. Inside, there are women who collapse in fear, and children who dirty the floor. From time to time, the line goes well, and sometimes the man who has the right to speak temporarily can stop talking.
However, whatever happens, the line will always move forward as the guards around you pull them around. And finally, it was the boy's turn to stand near the last row.
In front of the boy, the man sleeping on the bed laughs with his eyes alone.
Shivering with thin legs, he snorted, without any spare time to beg for life like the man in front of him, he laughed with his eyes of contempt and his twitching mouth at the abominable shadow of a boy dripping liquid from his body.
Yes
Is the word salvation or hell?
Without knowing it, the boy was mercilessly drawn and sorted.
Added to the group that was taken to the underground passageway, he looked up at the last sky from a large window hopelessly wondering if he would never see the sun again.