"I don't want to sound rude or anything, but could we hear about your life as a slave?" Scarlet asked after some time of pondering in silence.

All four of us were sitting on the balcony, basking in the blinding morning sun as the soft breeze swept the silky white curtains near us. The atmosphere was idyllic and surreal – the calmness and fresh air, the scent of flowers from the garden beneath nudged our senses. I laid in the rocking chair and swayed my legs playfully. I was happy. For some period of time, nothing troublesome has happened for which I was beyond thankful.

Scarlet's question snapped me out of daydreaming phase, where I was in. I didn't blame her for being interested in my past. It wasn't a secret anymore.

"Uhmm... A lot of things has happened. What do you want to know?"