Chapter 10 Hurt

• Celine POV
• By the time I finish, it’s nearly ten p.m., and I’m bone-tired. My hands are raw from scrubbing, my body aching from the constant work. This day feels endless, like so many before it, and I know tomorrow will bring more of the same.
• As I collapse onto the floor in the main hall of the packhouse, I can’t help but wonder: what was the point of all this? Why did they pay so much for me at the auction? I am nothing more than a cook, a cleaner, a body to be used at their whim. What do they gain from me that they couldn’t find in someone else?