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"Your daughter is worth a pretty penny. How much are you willing to give her up for? She would make a great gift for a noble." The man says arrogantly
The mother of the still-young Luna looks at her child with the most distant eyes. "I didn't even want this child!" The mother of young Luna shouts. Just look at her unusual hair color and eyes. She must not be mine. I should have never given birth to her! "Look at me, sir. Does this child look like mine to you? " She leans over the counter and shows the salesman her Lucious white hair and deep blue eyes.
The salesman, obviously uncomfortable with the woman's sudden breach of personal space, said, "I don't care about if she looks like you. Just tell me how much you're selling her for already, lady. You're wasting my time."
"Fine, I'll sell her for...."
"Five whole silver coins." She holds up five fingers in excitement, thinking of the money she will receive.
"The women's lack of education dumfounds the salesman. "Is that all your selli...., Never mind pleasure doing business with you."
*The mother walks away from the salesman and his booth, seemingly happy that she can get rid of her child. The salesman is happy that he received such a rare slave for dirt cheap; he wants to brag to his friends. They both got what they wanted in the end. *
"Can you speak, child?" The salesman turns towards me
(Luna sketches enhance and detailed using photoshop)
I stay silent
I said, "Can you speak!?" The salesman's tone escalated. He balled his hand into a fist and was ready to strike me; however, a man appeared from the shadows behind him.
"Rowan, you know you're not supposed to damage the merchandise. It will bring down the value of the slave."
"Shut the fuck up, Damon. Don't you think I know that, and can you stop appearing behind me? That creepy shit scares me half to death, man."
"Sorry, boss" Damon puts his head down in shame
"Rowan sighs." Take the slave to the back, and don't let her out of your sight. If she escapes, I swear I won't hesitate to kill you."
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill" "Asshole," Damon whispers to himself before taking me and dragging me to the back of the building with the rest of the slaves captured that day.
*I was thrown in a cage that was way too small for anyone to fit in. I sat in this cramped cage for what seemed like hours on end. *
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*A day later*
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JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE* Rowan slides a cup across the metal bars of my cage. "Wake up, sleeping beauty. It's time for breakfast," Rowan tosses a plate full of unidentifiable mush in front of me. "Eat while it's hot." His expression changes to a devilish smile, and he begins to walks out.
"Oh, Before I forget," he turns around slowly. You already have a buyer coming today to check the goods. He's now turned all the way around and has a serious expression: "If you do anything to ruin this for me, I will make your life a living hell. Got it?"
I nod in agreement.
"Carry on what you were doing before. Don't let me stop you." He laughs with amusement before walking out.
"Hey, you kid," a distant whisper came from the cage right across from me. It was a girl with leopard-like features, bright yellow eyes, and a face full of sharp teeth.
"What's your name, kid?"
I felt as though my mouth was dry, and I couldn't open it to speak. The words were trying to come out, but it was hard.
"L...L...U..."
"Lu?" The leopard girl says in confusion
I tried to continue pronouncing my name, but no words came out.
"Lu, it's then. My name is Elize. I'm from the leopard tribe. I just wanted to give you a piece of advice," her expression now turning serious.
"Don't let them break you; if you lose your fighting spirit, you're done for. Just look at me. I've killed every single slave owner that has tried to take possession of me, and I always end up back here." She laughs at the thought.
"When the buyer comes to examine you, don't move a muscle. If they find the slightest hint of movement, they'll kill you on the spot."
"Oh, and remember, if you ever end up back here, just know you'll always have someone to talk to," she says with a grin full of teeth.
What she said made me feel a little better about the whole situation that was about to unfold. However, I'm not as strong as Elize, and I've never held a weapon before. How was I supposed to fight back?
*Just when she and Elize's conversation had ended, Rowan was heard talking to someone at the front of the building, and their footsteps were getting closer. *
My heart sank. I didn't know what to expect from this man, but I knew in my gut that it was bad.
"Nobleman Augustine, this is the rare wolf hybrid I told you about over the letter. Isn't she breathtaking?" Rowan says, clasping his hands together and grinning.
"Shut the fuck up, Rowan. I will judge the goods for myself. Take her out of the cage so I can examine her for disease and whatnot."
"Yes, of course, sir " "Asshole," Rowan whispers to himself
*Rowan opens the cage*
"She is quite obedient. Most slaves would have made a break for it; those are the ones I like the most," Augustine licks his lips.
*Augustine examines my body from top to bottom making sure not to miss a single spot. *
"His hands are so moist and gross. Can we please get this over with?" I thought to myself
"So will you buy her, sir," Rowan waits anxiously for an answer.
"Yes, I will buy her; she's a little too young to work at my brothel. No man would find pleasure in taking advantage of a slave so obedient, so I will put her to use working my fields of wheat for now until she is older, make sure she is chained up well."
*They roughly pull me towards the front of the building; they chain my neck, my feet, and my arms together so I won't escape. Augustine drags me out of the building by the tight chain around my neck. From there, I was tied to the back of the carriage because slaves weren't allowed to ride in carriages. *
"Let's go. I'm tired of being in this nasty wasteland of a dump. This place is not fit for a noble,"
*The coachman obliges and begins to whip the horses to go.*
As the carriage dragged me, I didn't notice before, but my clothes had been completely torn and battered in the past few days. I was a little embarrassed walking through the streets of my small hometown, Ox Fort, with barely any clothes on. But no one seemed to pay attention to me, It was like this was a daily occurrence.
I was starting to feel like there was no hope left.
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-To Be Continued
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