Prisoner Of The Dark

Going once. Going twice. SOLD part two

Loud gasps could be heard from every corner of the room. It was a rare occasion for someone to double such a high price, especially just for a slave. I turned to see who it was, even though I knew that voice by now, all too well. A brunette mop, surfed slowly through the crowd violated by silver strands. NO. Sapphire eyes gleaming wickedly. NO NO. A smile of pearly white. NO NO NO. Shawn repeated that malicious phrase once again "I said I will pay double" his impatient voice booms. 

My eyes scanned the audience in the hopes to find a confident face hidden within the crowd of shocked ones, no one would look me in the eye. The auctioneer, still stunned by Shawn's bid, began the dreadful countdown once again. 

"Going once" my eyes locked on the kind soul that originally placed the bid for me. He gave me a look of pure sympathy and shook his head. My heart sunk. 

"Going twice" my eyes rapidly scanned the audience. Silently pleading someone to interrupt. For someone kind to come in with an even more generous bid that Shawn could not outweigh. Then before I knew it the auctioneer uttered the one word i was dreading to hear. The word that would seal my fate.

"Sold" i never thought a word as simple as that could hurt so badly. It's bad enough that i'm up here in the first place. A human being standing on the podium looking out to a sea of people who would own me as if i was some sort of pet. But Shawn was the worst. He would treat me as an ACTUAL animal. Most likely even worse.

I was escorted over to him. His grin becoming more chilling and psychotic with every step I took. I had no choice but to resist my temptation to wipe that stupid smile from his face. I looked at the lifeless body of the man who had only wanted freedom, like the rest of us were too afraid to reach, he didn't deserve his fate. None of us do. I just pray to the dear lord above, that all this will be over one day. That people will begin to wake up and realise that we are equal. That they should be more like Melody. Melody. A tear rolls down my cheek as I think of my sister. Its only been a few hours since I said goodbye to her, yet it hurts to know ill never see her again. As I think over the bittersweet memories I shared with her, I am suddenly met with a harsh slap. He hasn't even taken me home yet and he's already abusive. Great. I looked up and he hissed "wipe those tears you're making me look bad" look bad? he is bad! I took another glance at the man lying on the floor and shuddered. Obeying instantly.

I looked up and saw he had purchased two other slaves while I was daydreaming. Wow I really was lost on my train of thought huh? I wondered how long I had been out. Shawn growled and whisper/shouted "pay attention you little minx, we're leaving and unless you wanna end up like your friend on the floor there. I would listen and behave myself" my eyes met the other slaves, also trembling in fear. I obeyed his order and when he had turned his back sent a sympathetic smile to them both.

One was a woman. She looked around ten years older than me. Her skin a beautiful caramel colour. She was stunning with beautiful midnight black eyes. I noticed her being covered in scars and as she walked I noticed she was limping slightly. Master did too, and threatened to beat her harshly if she didn't stop. The woman, whose eyes were already bloodshot from tears and was trembling, nodded anxiously and forced herself to walk on it. It was clear it pained her, Shawn saw too,  And I saw a grin spread across his face. Oh the bastard. 

The other was a man. He looked around the age of 24. He was heavily muscular and was standing tall, acting confident. However I noticed the panicked look in his eyes and his slight tremble whenever Shawn spoke or well commanded and or shouted, I have always been told that I am an "overly observant young woman" or as dad preferred " a nosy smart-ass" . I twisted my attention back to the other slaves, we were all in the same boat here. Terrified of the maniac we may be forced to call "master" for the rest of our lives. I shuddered at the idea.

Before I knew it we had arrived at Shawn's household. Where we were to live. Forever. I wanted to scream. The reality of all this was settling in. This was my home now. I had really been sold as easily as a slice of meat. Such a lovely thought right. I focused on the house, it was, to my surprise, beautiful. The front of the house was a beautiful cream colour and strands of ivy clambered up it's walls, desperate to receive attention from the sun which was glazing mercilessly above. The roof of the house was a beautiful crimson colour, for a second I forgot that this was owned by a cruel master and this was my prison, I just allowed my eyes to hungrily roam over the structure. Taking in every detail, the plants potted perfectly outside the towering wooden door, the glossy windows glinting from the light of the sun the beautiful aroma of tulips and roses and so many others that I cannot name, it looked exactly how I imagined the cottages from the fairy-tales Mamma talked about so much. Mamma. I miss her so much, I hope that she is safe and- Shawn suddenly cleared his throat, crap I wasn't paying attention. I looked up and was met with his menacing glare. And i hope mamma didn't end up with a master like Shawn, I finished. To my surprise he did not hit me. But barked "get to it then" I was scared to open my mouth to explain I hadn't heard a word he said. Then the slave I had described earlier, who standing nearby, gestured to follow them all in. I sent a silent thank you and she sent me a quick grin. I could tell we were gonna be friends.

Shawn showed all of us to our "rooms" aka a cold prison cell with a rug on the floor. Even better. A manky rug that looked like it hadn't been washed in years. "Thank you Master" I said through gritted teeth, plastering on a smile and curtsying, the way melody had taught me to. He grunted. How polite. Then he took me to where I was going to be working the next day. I gasped in horror as he showed me a wrecked garden that really juxtaposed the stunning front to the house. I guess the front of the house was only for reputation. Not like many would see his garden anyway. 

He commanded me to start pulling up the weeds, then he left after watching me pull them for a while. Probably to lounge in his luxurious bedroom while sipping on some sort of alcohol. I sighed. Ouch. I wasn't paying attention again. I swear my head is always in the clouds. I looked to see my cut hand. I clearly hadn't checked for thorns. stupid, stupid stupid. 

As I groaned loudly while trying to comfort my injured hand, I heard a voice "need a hand" it called. I turned around to check who it was, but there was no one else in the garden. Oh lord I really was becoming delusional. "psst over here" the voice whispered again. It was coming through the fence. An eye was peeking through the worryingly large hole in the fence I had somehow failed to notice sooner, so much for being observant. I was probably too busy daydreaming too notice. " Are you mute or something, because I heard you groan in pain a minute ago.." the girl impatiently replied. I'd done it again hadn't I. I swear this is a new record. As I refocused my vision I saw her. The most beautiful, yet also most peculiar girl I had ever seen.