Em checked the board for her task, her anger made her finger shiver as she looked for her name printed in bold letters. Her assignment was at the fields, were the food for the slaves and wolves were grown. Her back soon ached from the sun and the summer harvest, her legs gave way under her. The footsteps and the sickening lash of the whip sent tears streaming down her face, and her scream of agony rang through the camp. That was the time she wished for death.