It was only when he stood up and started scrubbing himself with the water from the jug meant for drinking that he realised he was crying. Sobbing, like he had not done since he was a child, not even when he had been back on his own land and learnt what his fate was to be. Even in his wild imaginings, he hadn’t imagined this…the sheer humiliation of being treated like an object to fuck and then discard.
