The next couple days were a monotonous blur. Some times Sharon would prop herself up against the bars of her cage and watch the wasteland roll by .. but this usually just brought her taunts and lewd jeers (plus the occasional crack of a riding crop along the bars) from her captors. She never managed to make much distinction between her captors, or get any sort of count. The caravan did have several other carts like hers in the train, she saw every now and then, but most seemed empty -- or at least she never caught a clear glimpse of any other women in them, what with the bumping of her cart along the rocky desert floor.
It went on like this for several days, until
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