“Sold!”
The powerful voice of the slave trader snapped me back to reality. I was suddenly forced down from the podium and brought to a very small woman, dressed in scant clothing that barely covered her. She wore a delicate gold necklace or “chain” around her neck, much smaller than the ugly one I wore.
“Come on,” she said.
I looked at her, feeling confused. Was she the one who would bring me to whoever had bought me? This seemed ridiculous. I could easily overpower her and escape, so I just stood there. But then she slowly shook her head and approached me. She had deep olive skin, green eyes, and soft brown hair that cascaded down her back. She was obviously owned by someone very rich, given how well taken care of she was.
“There are guards,” she said, pointing to a spot just behind
