Chapter Twenty nine

Anita's pov

The day light shined brightly into my eyes as I opened it slowly. The scorching of the morning sun was somewhat hot to my skin as I opened my eyes.

I was outside. Naked and tired. My body was still tied to the stone. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to recall what had happened, or maybe go back to sleep so I could appear in my real life.

As I did, memories of what happened yesterday came flooding into my head again.

Shit! This fuck is real! I am outside, fucking outside! And everyone's eyes were on me.

It was as if there were gatherings of people, the slaves surrounding the place, and I was just in the middle of them, yielding to the stone.

I shifted my face to the other direction. Madam Betty was standing there, looking at me angrily. Her right foot was stomping heavily on the ground while her hands were kept akimbo.

I was shocked. I was surprised.

And as our eyes met, she flared up evenly, "You idiot!' She roared, moving closer to me like an angry beast.

My eyes