Samantha's POV.

"Uhm... It's nothing." I replied, quickly covering up my neck with my hair.

"That sure looks strange," she commented and I let out nervous laughter although I could hear my own heart beating hard and fast against my ribcages.

"It is not so strange, just a mark in my family, the friends I made in street told me it has always been there." I cooked up a quick lie hoping it was believable enough.

I did not want anyone in this place finding out my identity as a slave, I might be treated as one again... And who in the world is proud of being tagged a slave?...