Chapter Five
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AALIYAH I had my eyes closed the moment I saw him coming, wishing he would go away without having to hurt me. But that happened so fast and I couldn’t tell whether or not I was getting killed. I tried standing up to my feet, but the weight of the chains held me down completely. And the next thing I knew, I felt the whip directly on my back. I screamed the minute I felt it touch my skin. I felt my wolf growl inside as I felt the sudden urge to fight back. Swallowing down the nut that was formed down my throat, I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I cried. And then the long walk finally came to an end as they had campfires built around us. “We lay here tonight to rest” the Man I suspected was the leader spoke as he had his bag thrown to the floor laying his head to rest. I went to the ground, feeling so tired and wanting to rest, as I had my eyes closed wishing I was having a really bad nightmare. But it turns out it wasn't just a nightmare, but was happening. The morning came and we were awakened by the yelling of the guards who had us watched all through the night. “Wake up bastards!!!” they yelled as the sound of their whips was all that echoed in the whole hall. As we approached a building that seemed like a market, I heard people calling out from inside the building. Inhaling a deep breath, I followed suit with the others as we were going all filed into the building. “450” “220” “300” I heard the people that seemed like they were there for an auction call out. I saw the look at the faces of the other girls my age, and how they had on them various price tags. Each step I took was slower and more hesitant than the last. “Watch it!!!” I heard a guard yell as he walked past me. I had been too carried away with the crowd I saw by the gate and the number of young girls my age cuffed in chains. “I will take this one” A man who reeked of alcohol said, holding onto my arm. The grip he had on me felt so strong as I struggled for him to let go. “Let her be!!” one of the guards who had been with us from the previous day yelled for him to let go. “She's up for the special auction,” He said pulling me away. I followed suit, as he had me taken to a different hall where older girls my age were cuffed in chains. I had done nothing exactly to deserve any of this. As I looked around the hall I noted all the guards had several badges on them. The badges I saw on them looked so familiar from the night our pack got attacked. And then, it dawned on me. It was the Orlandos. They had now gone into the business of buying girls from our wild Crest Pack and turning them into slaves. “I can pay!!” “I will have her instead” They all yelled from the crowd as girls were brought out one at a time. “Have them taken to the Caravan” A man In navy blue said as he held on to a staff directing the other workers. I felt so scared about what would be my fate the minute they had us taken away. I had myself curled up by the side of the Caravan where they had us kept. And remembered I had the mind of seeking revenge for the death of my father, who had been killed. But with all happening at the moment, I had no hopes of getting out of these chains. And my wolf seemed to be getting weak by the minute of the day. As I sat beside the Caravan, I take some time to scan the environment seeing how scared the other girls were. And most of them looked like they had shortly accepted their fate of being sold out to a foreign land. My gaze focuses out by the window of the caravan as I suspected we were being taken away on a ship. I watched the moon, as I wished for all of what was going to come to an end. But I guess this was just the beginning of it all. As everyone had their eyes closed, I met eyes with a girl who had been in tears since the beginning of the journey. I stood up from where I lay and moved over to where she sat, as I crossed over the bodies of the other girls who were fast asleep. “Hi,” I said sitting close to her. And without a word, she looked away. I assumed she must have gone through hard torments at the hands of the Beta Nicholas, who had us all sold out to the Orlando pack. “I know you are hurt, but what’s your name?” I asked wishing I would get a positive response from her. But eventually, I didn’t get any. I wondered if they had made it a rule for the girls not to speak to themselves. I felt somewhat embarrassed not having her respond to me, as I turned around facing the opposite direction to where she sat. As I laid my head by the side of the Caravan and suddenly slept off. I woke up to the sobbing of some of the girls, as I realized the Caravan suddenly felt so hot. Making it so uncomfortable for us to breathe and even sit. Everyone stood up to their feet as they all yelled. I tried climbing up the window, wanting to see where we had been taken to. Realizing the ship had come to a pause. “Get down!!” A guard yelled as they had the Caravan opened up, letting us out. We were all made to fill up ourselves in a single queue, as we were ushered into a big Packhouse which had the name. ORLANDO… I knew it… I had suspected it from the moment I saw the guards on the field, the night it happened. This is so f****d up…
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