Zero

The coarse sack over your head muffled the sounds of the ship, but not the fear in your chest. Bound with thick rope to other trembling girls, you felt the relentless rocking of the vessel, each sway carrying you further from the island that was once home, further from the life you knew.
Days bled into nights in the suffocating darkness, the only comfort the faint scent of the sea and the distant memory of your mother’s voice.
Then came the jolt, the announcement of arrival, and the brutal yank of the sack being pulled away. Rome. The word alone tasted like ash. Blinking against the harsh sunlight, you saw the towering stone, the chaotic crowds, and the brutal truth reflected in the eyes of the men who dragged you forward: you were a slave now, just another piece of cargo in the heart of the Empire.