Right, with the other Slaves

“I think I belong on the right, Sir.” She said to Mr. Stone.

“Then go kneel and take your place. I’ll be back with paperwork and have you processed.” He said with a stern look.

Araceli slowly walked over to the three bound women and kneeled beside them. She placed her hands behind her back to await his return.

All three looked at her with eyes wide open, not understanding why a free woman would join them. They tried to make hushed sounds to tell her to leave, pleading with her not to join them but Araceli ignored them with her decision made.

Trent returned and tossed a clipboard at her feet. “Sign and place your passport on the clipboard.”

He said tossing chains, shackles and a collar beside it.

Araceli pulled out her passport and placed it on the clipboard and scribbled her signature on the bottom line without reading. She didn’t want to know the legal information that basically would erase her former life and sentence her to slavery.

“Strip…” Trent ordered yelling at the new Latina ****.