Zara

“Move it, you clumsy dirty rag,” the loud voice of the head of the slave traders jolted me up from my slumber.

I winced out in pain when his whip landed harshly on my back. The pain was too much for me to handle and just like any normal person would behave… I bent double to nurse my aching back.

If I had known that'd only earn me another whip lash, I wouldn't have bothered with the pain in my back.

“If you want to make it to our destination alive, you had better quit slagging behind.” He snarled after hitting me for the third time.

Having lived all my life in Silvermoon pack–the headquarters of slave trading where all manners of illegal and abominable transactions took place. I knew the head of the slave traders wasn't bluffing 

Anger, pain, hatred… that was all I felt towards the person who sold me out. 

Just before the leader of the slave traders got to whip me again, I turned round with my shackled wrists and took one last glance at the giant white building.

Just you wait and see, I shall return… and when I do… I shall tear you all limb for limb.

***

“Hey,” I felt someone poke me on my arm. “Sit upright, the slave leader is coming this way.” The person hissed.

I struggled through my sleepy eyes to recognize where I was. My head felt heavy and I kept shivering from the cold. Courtesy of the bare cold ground.

“Sit up,” The voice said again, its voice sounded pleading this time. “Hurry.” The voice said again.

My eyes opened at once, I winced and shifted back with my eyes shut, the room was very bright it hurt my eyes.

Amidst the heaviness stuck in the middle of my head, I managed to sit with the help of the person who woke me up from my slumber.

Hiding away my surprise that she was helping me, I allowed her to help me sit down. “You shouldn't be this way, you could end up getting yourself killed.” She hushed. “Is this your first time?” Her eyes roamed over me from top to bottom.

I wanted to say something to her, at least to show her I appreciated her help towards me… however my voice betrayed me letting nothing out.

“You…” The slaver leader barked interrupting our almost-turn-to-friendship-session. “Get up and follow me.” He barked again and stopped when he reached where we were sitting.

I exchanged glances with the girl who I was yet to know what her name was. “You with the black curly hair.” His deep voice came again when none of us made a move to stand up.

I didn't miss the fear which immediately took over the girl's face, she recoiled back in fear and refused to move. “You bitch.” He snapped and lunged forward, his hand aimed towards her.

Others shrunk back in fear. Somehow, it felt as if they already knew what would happen to the girl if she should follow the irritating slave trader.

I merely adjusted my position and watched as he struck the girl's face. He might look intimidating to them, but definitely not to me. He gripped the girl by her hair and hit her head hard against the ground.

She grunted loudly but she didn't give up. 

I heard him chuckle, obviously enjoying the pain he was inflicting on her.

He eyed her, then me. His eyes lingered on my body longer than normal, while smacking his lips, lust written over his face.

Pure disgust for him swelled from my stomach to my chest. “I have to warn all of you not to try anything stupid. If you do,” he paused, let go of the other girl, and came over to me. I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose in disgust at the smell of something weird he'd eaten. 

“If you do anything stupid,” he grinned, showing off his tobacco stained teeth. His hands groped my breasts, and my skin crawled. 

“Let go of me.” I gasped. 

His hand struck my face, his iron watch drawing blood from my face. “You will keep quiet while I'm talking, you slut!” 

My cheek stung and I itched to give it a tender scratch.

“Oh,” he continued to ramble. “I see you are not as powerful as you try to show.” He leaned down so close to my face. The urge to puke surfaced with full force. The bastard wasn't helping matters as he continued to bring his face closer to mine.

My insides crawled with irritation and pure urge to strike the bastard's face with my cuffed wrists.

“You wouldn't want to try that,” He said with a smirk when my hands subconsciously moved up to hit him.

“Then,” I started to say, each word left my mouth with venom, strong enough to kill whoever was within close proximity. “Get your fucking hands off my breast… this instant.” I added. My voice hardened with each word.

He scoffed and straightened himself, but much to my irritation, his hand still groped my breast. It felt like he enjoyed getting on my nerves.

“Easy old rag. Don't get all eager to please me.” He made sure to squeeze my breast before letting go. He turned his back on me but didn't move immediately.

The moment his leg made a move, he turned round and gripped me by my hair. I gasped out loud from shock and the sudden pain that hit me.

“I wanted to leave with her,” He nodded towards the girl who had long become quiet. “But since you decided you wanted to be her savior, why not take you instead.” He tightened his grip on my hair and against my wish, he forcefully dragged me outside with him.

“Let me go.” I rasped.

“Let me see if you are as beautiful down there as your face implies.”

“Let me go.” I hissed again, this time I used my hand to hit the side of his stomach.

He merely snickered and tightened his hold on my hair. “You don't tell me what to do, you slutty bitch.”

After a long walk which left my legs shaking against each other, we entered a dimly lit up room.

Pain seized my knee as the bastard roughly pushed me down to my knees. “Before we get down to business,” His annoying voice said to me, “You will have to apologize to me, for your silliness towards me a few minutes ago.”

I scoffed. “Apologize to you huh?” I got up on my feet and met his intimidating physique. “And why should I do that?” I would never allow him to have his way with me, it doesn't matter if I got myself injured while putting up with a fight, it was better than watching him carry on like I was a free trophy to manhandle however he pleased.

“You are one daring slut, aren't you?” The strong stench of whatever he ate hit me straight in the face… gosh, it smelt so bad and weird.

“I will show you what happens to women like you.”

He made to grip my arm but I was quick to land a punch straight in his groins. “No… allow me to show you what happens to wicked people like you who enjoy exchanging people like we are mere objects to be bought and sold out.”

By the time the bastard recovered from the pain in-between his legs, I was at the door frantically trying to open it.

Frustration ate deep at my skin and fear which took me long to admit crawled underneath my skin as he advanced closer to me, a sinister smile sat on his face.

His hand struck my face so hard I fell on the floor, stars danced in front of my eyes and my vision blurred for a minute. “Don't worry, I will be gentle on you.” He bent down and grabbed my leg then he started to drag me to the middle of the room.

He let go once he had my legs parted widely. I tried to move my body, but I couldn't. My whole body felt like someone else's.

“When I told you I will show you what happens to women like you.” I groaned weakly when his hand struck again, only that this time, it wasn't my face but on my breast.

Blinking through my tired lashes, I saw him crouch down. “I wasn't joking,” He gripped me suddenly by my hair. It was so painful I wished my scalp would peel off that instant. “And I for one, I never renege on my word.”

He hit me hard on the head with something more lethal than iron, I recoiled on the floor with my hand on my head. A few seconds later, everything melted in a blur of hazy figures.

But before my eyes snapped close, in the dimly lit up room, I saw it…

The wicked smile on his face. 

Tears rolled down the side of my eyes down into my ears. I was about to get raped right after being sold into slavery. Just like every other slave sold before me…