A sharp twist of her neck towards the entrance showed that the soldier guarding her was looking out towards the fields, not witnessing any of this dreadful deed. The slave huts were a distance from both the pens and the main house, and so, other than a few prying eyes that briefly looked out through other cabins, only to quickly disappear when they saw the overseer, this scene was played out in relative isolation. XXNX “Please, could I … I need to … go to the toilet … please, sir,” Catherine affected her best Southern Belle accent in her attempts to attract his attention. This one had been with her all night. “Bring her to me,” said the stout man, clearly an officer, maybe a medic given his tunic, “… Where I can scrutinise her more thoroughly in the light.”
Seizing her arms, the soldiers wrenched the
