46. The Main Attraction

Tatum glanced towards the entrance of the throne room as a young slave boy was brought in in chains.

He had wild brown hair and a hardened face. His clothes were drenched in his own blood, with laceration marks marring his torso.

He moved in pain. He couldn’t be over fifteen years old.

From the corner of his eyes, Tatum saw Baka hold her breath as she pressed her lips together, hard.

She was trying not to cry. He chanced a glance at Boaz who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

The man was sick. Tatum lowered his head.

Whatever was about to happen will be imprinted on their minds forever. He was sure of it.

The guard accompanying the slave boy pushed him forward, kicking him behind the knee so that he slumped on them against the floor.

“Tell us your name, Boy,” Boaz commanded.

The boy said nothing, looking down at the floor.

Several seconds passed. Tatum watched as everyone’s gaze was transfixed at the boy.

Jerome and Rose seemed uneasy as they stared at him, wanting to look away bu