Once again Shamira had got herself in trouble and big sister Shalina had to come to the rescue. She sighed and pulled out the hidden knife from under her skirt. The time for sneaking around pretending to be a prostitute was over, things were about to get violent.
She could hear voices from the barred window and leaned closer, listening in. There were two… no, three speakers. Nothing to indicate a fourth person. She couldn’t make out much of the thick accents, these slavers were apparently from somewhere inland, but that didn’t matter much. They laughed and said a few parting words, and then she heard a door open and close.
Footsteps approached around the corner and she ducked between two crates. One of the slavers, a fat buffalo, had gone behind the house to relieve himself against a wall. She waited until he was fully occupied with the activity before she stuck the knife in his neck from behind and then threw some rags over him.
One of the slavers had remained inside, smoking a pipe. He saw her first, but he was too affected by the drug to have a chance to even get a sound out before her knife was in his throat too. The keys were on the table and the cells were in the far end, as a quick peek through the window had revealed.
She unlocked the cell where her little sister was asleep on the floor and gave her a hard kick in the ribs to wake her, putting a hand over her mouth to keep her from calling out while passing her a spare knife.
“That’s twice this month. Could you TRY to not make it three?”