The Secret

Amos must know something. Maybe he can save those special slaves.

"Why do you want to know?" asked Sera.

Amos shook his head. "I don't know if I'm a special slave. I also didn't know why I was different. What makes us different?"

Sera pulled her slave's chin to look up at her. The handsome face of Amos was visible, though his lips were dry and pale.

"You don't need to know, Amos. I will protect you, no matter what happens," Sera said.

"No, Miss. You said I should get used to being part of Dumitrese. If that's the case, please tell me the smallest thing I want to know," Amos replied. He had to know something.

Sera pulled Amos' arm and asked him to sit beside her.

Amos obediently complied with the request.

"You know who we are? Dumitrese are not humans. We need food to stay alive. And the best food for us is human flesh. That's why we created a human farm," said Sera.

Hearing that information made Amos' heart beat uncomfortably. He remembered his childhood in the slave house without kno