Being a prisoner

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I am cold and very tired. We have to carry bricks and build a new castle for these awful people.
  The lady and child that was just born survived to our relief.
  Dillion and I are so excited to be together again. It's been so long since I've seen him. It's nice having him around he even took the whip for me. 
  Papa, me, and mama our three out of 45 people.
  It's awful. We sleep on the floor. No pillows but one blanket each.
We are held in a sell like animals. "EVERYONE LINE UP SILENT! NOW!" screeched one of the men.

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