Chapter 107 Reels

• Derek's POV:
• The yellow orb radiated from the east, scorching everything that moved and didn't move beneath it. It was ironic, as bright as the day was, it carried a heavy darkness. Legs moved ever so slowly, forbearing the sting on their soles, collision of weighty chains was deafening, but numb men could not commend it. It was the suffering after all. If only these days could have been aforementioned, perhaps there could have been better preparation...for escape. I looked at all the victims and smirked. This was what he was into. Almost reminded me of myself.
• An unforeseen predicament, caused by deceived ears, a foreboding situation thrust into with the anticipation of a delightful escapade. Lies, betrayal, agony...what were they still living for? What was I still living for in my past? That was the way I used to feel. This was how life was going to be, it had assured the slaves of that. For years had I been on this type of devastating venture that made me question my sanity. I had haters that I didn't make. My father did and yet I was to bear the repercussions of it.