Slave to Love

Chapter Two: Blue Eyes

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I wish I have something longer to post but I honestly gave up on this thinking it was well...shit. :P
Also, the whole opening is very bad so just ignore that. And did I mention, thank you?
Oh and the picture before is her, if she wasn't in the condition she is. I'll add the same image on this one two ^.^
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Another day of this life.

Or…is it day? Maybe it’s night? Maybe it’s evening? Maybe I don’t care anymore.

It’s just one big dark day. In the same cramped cage. With the same eye watering stale smell of sewage and copper blood. Always the same piercing screams and sounds of torture or crying. Always the same taste of the identical dull meals of whatever they feed us. Always the same cold that wraps around my body and cocoon’s me in so my skin goes numb, my blood turns to ice and my bones go frosty. Always the same darkness and cold cage bars that surround me. And only the company of the rats that feed off the dead flesh of a starved forgotten body and the guards that give everyone night terrors.

What’s new?

I got served the same mush by a guard. It got thrown at my head and splattered onto the floor of my cage. I think they enjoy watching us leap to it and shoving it in our mouths despite how dirty and bloodied the floor is. I think it makes them have twisted kicks of the fact that they were in control. I was scraping my mush of the floor with my bloody hands, licking my fingers after trying desperately to quench the hunger. Maybe I am an animal.

It wasn’t until I felt a more piercing gaze on me that I looked up to see electric blue eyes. I blinked. I expected them to go away. That these beautiful strange blue eyes would vanish and it was a mind trick. But it wasn’t.

There was a man standing there staring at me with the most powerful eyes. The same powerful eyes that burned in my mind from long ago. I retreated, my back hitting the cold bars of the cage as I cowered in the shadows. I don’t know why these eyes had such a power over me. They just did.

His hair was black. Pitch black. His crystal blue eyes shining in the darkness like two beaming lights. His mouth was in a small frown. I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or reassured. I timidly hid my face in my small hands. The mere gesture hurt my sore bones.

“I see you’ve come across 1498, my dear sir.” I heard a gruff voice speak aloud. I recognized that voice and cringed back further. It wasn’t my initial reaction to hide away but I felt…vulnerable. Trapped. I winced when I heard my number be called out – my new name. I couldn’t remember my old name. My real name. I heard the familiar sounds of loud footsteps from large boots all the guards wore heading in my direction. “It’s defiantly a troublesome one.” He carried on saying, his words focused on me.
I hated how they said it and not she. Like I’m no longer even human. It’s nearly as bad as being a number.

“How much is it worth?” A smooth melodic voice rang through the air and my ears pricked up. I peeked out of my small hands, my black eyes staring at the handsome man in wonder. Did he…did he just ask what I thought he asked? No one has ever asked that so sudden as far as I am aware.

The guard was taken aback. He coughed, before glaring at me making me hide my face again. Those eyes give me too many nightmares. “Are you sure this one is right for you, fine sir?”

I felt his brilliant blue eyes burn into my pale skin. Heat rushed to my cheeks and a feeling of insecurity nestled in my stomach.
“I’m positive.”

I heard my cage door swing open with a groan. My feet shuffled back, my body pressed onto the bars tightly. My hands clenched onto my ratty dress so my knuckles turned an even ghostly shade of white. I anticipated the moment of his hands grabbing me.
It came all too soon. I was dragged out the cage so roughly I smashed to the floor, my head landing first as it cracked on the dirty stone. I received a harsh kick to the stomach and a snarled threat to get up. I tried but my body protested leaving me damaged on the floor.

I ended up being dragged up by the collar. I choked and the guards looming face neared to mine in a threatening manner.  He punched me three times in the stomach and acid traveled up my throat. I retched at the fourth punch, my body jerking forward. He shook me when he noticed before slapping me in the face making me gasp for air; only to receive another slap.

My chest heaved up and down as the man beat me.

“Now,” The guard spat in my face, “Are you going to be a good little thing?”

I heaved as my fragile body shook like a leaf. I couldn’t handle the pain of a measly punch any more. Too weak. “Please stop.” I whispered croakily, my voice hardly there from the many weeks or months of not using it.

I grimaced when the guard smiled, flashing his mouldy teeth and sharing his sour breath. “Wrong answer.”

My body grew stiff in his hands as I anticipated for the beating when a voice rang out. “Don’t touch it anymore – it is soon to be my property.”

The guard’s ugly face swiveled round to the mystery man’s and he snarled before looking very shocked and embarrassed of himself. I stared in wonder. I was dropped onto my two feet (causing me to go a little weak kneed as I hadn’t been given the privilege to stand for a very long time) as I wobbled, leaning on the back of my cold cage for support. I was gasping for breath – the pain in my stomach churning.

“I am sorry,” The guard stumbled on his words causing me to blatantly stare wide eyed at him. I knew I could get punished but the fact that a guard was at all nervous or had fear of something was surprising and a little self-satisfactory. This man must be very important. “My actions were unnecessary.”

The guard turned back to me and my self-satisfaction soon slipped away to cold dread. His dark face explained it all – it was all my fault (of course) that he had to apologies. I cowered slightly as the guards face split into a manic smile. His hand wrapped tightly around my upper arm and I was roughly ragged in front of him. I let out a short and very small gasp.

“This thing is worthless.” The guard spat next to my ear. I shuddered at his close proximity. It brought back many bad memories. Far too many if you ask me.

“Hmm…” The man hummed as if dismissing his words and my chest tightened. I dared myself to look into his blue orbs but I had the fear of punishment for disrespect. I clenched my fist’s trying to get past the urge.

I was brought to my senses with a rough shake. “I don’t understand why you want something so useless. You are better getting a different slave – this one is so used it’s almost broken.”

He’s right. I wanted to voice out but my mouth wobbled and I decided to stay silent.

“I have made my decision already.” The man stated simply before revealing a large amount of notes from his pocket. “Would this be enough deposit?”

The guard’s eyes widened like saucers. Even me, who has been cut off from society knew that was a hell of a lot of money. Surely I wasn’t worth that much deposit. I wasn’t worth that amount on the whole! I gaped at the crisp notes.

“Y-yes.” The guard managed to stutter out. “But…but this thing is not worth that amount, my grand sir! You’re being too generous on it.”

The man waved his hand as if dismissing the guard’s truthful words. “See of it as a tip for your great work here.”

Great work. My head pounded like a drum at these words as I realized my soon to be owner was just as cruel as the blood of innocent souls on these dirtied floors.

“Y-yes sir,” The guard said, his grip on my loosening slightly causing me to let out a shuddering breath, “We’ll get this one marked and then it’s all yours.”

I froze. Marking.  This marking is going to happen again. I tried grasping onto previous memories of the marking I had before when I was sold but it was hazy and distant. All I remembered that it was a hell of a lot of pain and something to dread.