{1 week after abduction}
How should I say this? I've been not doing so great. My new slave owner dislikes me, and I'm whipped daily for nothing other than not catching the interest of any buyers since I cost him so much. He calls me "Failed merchandise," "Piece of shit," and other derogatory terms.
"COME ON MOVE IT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" My owner screams at me as he whips my back with his leather whip. I scream every time he strikes me as his strikes make my skin bleed wherever they hit.
I feel like crying and surrendering, but whenever my legs can't stand anymore, I'm just whipped even harder and faster until I'm left crying and sobbing while barely pulling myself back up again. I put up with it, hoping to get food or clothes, but my owner provides nothing like that.
"Goddamn it, you're too slow! GET MOVING!" The man screams at me as he pulls me by the shoulder just to forcefully throw me inside a cage, causing me to injure myself further during the process.
A small boy is sitting nearby next to me in the cage. When he saw me tumbling in my cage, he shared some words of wisdom: I shouldn't waste energy when there are no clients nearby; otherwise, nobody will want to buy me, he said.
"You need to save as much energy as you can here. Or you'll be the next Molly." The boy says as he tries to comfort me over the bars of the cage, which I appreciate, at least even down this piss hole, there was still some level of decency between slaves.
"What's your name?" I ask as I calm down after the pain from my slashes calms. It still hurt, but not so bad if I didn't move much.
"I'm Kev. What's yours?" The boy asks me as I try to keep my voice down so the owner doesn't pass by to slash me some more.
"I'm Anabel. You want to be friends?" I ask Kev, and he smiles at me with a sad look on his face. I couldn't tell why, but he simply answered with a "Yes."
"But we probably won't see each other very long. I'm already sold, you see? I'm going to the prostitution sector. I got bought to be a sex slave, so I'll probably be gone by tomorrow." Kev calmly replies as if he didn't just say he would be treated like an object.
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"Kev, you're going to be abused; doesn't that scare you?" I ask, but Kev doesn't even seem bothered by the thought of being used as a sex doll for the pleasure of men.
"It's okay. At least it'll be better than being here with this fat guy. He's got no heart left for no one. Make sure you find a buyer soon, or he will starve you to death." Kev shared more details about the supposed "Molly" girl he mentioned earlier.
I was sitting on top of her bones, which were just shoved under my bedding. I didn't want to believe him until I checked underneath my bedding, and sure enough, there were human bones still under there. The discovery almost made me vomit, but I couldn't afford it, so I resisted the urge.
"It's okay, Anabel. I can try to convince my new owner to buy you when he comes for me tomorrow morning!" Kev says as he keeps his smile inherently, making me a little less pessimistic, but I can't deny I feel angry and betrayed.
"Thank you, Kev. But I don't know if that'll work. The lady that sold me here said she was sure I would die here since I don't have any magical powers." Kev's smile soon vanishes once I mention my lack of magical power, as if what I said were already set in stone.
"That's not good. Are you sure you don't have anything? Like nothing at all?" Kev presses on as I then explain how I lack any magical abilities, vanishing any trace of positivity from his face.
"You might need to plan an escape then. Everyone requires their slaves to be at least the lowest-ranking magical users for everyday tasks. If you have none, I doubt anyone will buy you." Kev's words hit harder than bitches ones as he knows his way here. If he says so, then am I dead? NO!
"I'm a little sleepy, Kev. Can we talk tomorrow before you're picked up?" I say as I try to avoid the conversation about my impending starvation. Kev simply smiles as he tells me goodnight while he prepares to sleep.
I can't rest well during my sleep, and the bedding is not helping me whatsoever. The stench of the cage and of the place, in general, keeps me up all night while I think about what I did wrong. What went wrong? How did I end up in this situation?
Did I rush too fast? Should I have stayed in the castle to help my family against my brother? Would my presence even do anything? I doubt it. What could I have done? My brother had many royals on his side and possibly even divine help. I would've only been another casualty, or even worse, I could've ended up as his wife if he's that kind of weirdo.
As I try to sleep, I hear minor rustling noises from the cage next to me, and I soon recognize the noises from Kev. For some reason, he got picked up in the middle of the night instead of the morning, so now I am left alone again. Alone with anger slowly creeping up my mind, slowly rotting my brain.