Maid full-time
She sighed a deep long sigh. She hadn't done that in a while.
Misaki was a slave, or in more formal terms of speaking, a maid. But leading back to the slave part of it, she didn't decide whether or not to be a 'maid'. She was captured and forced, because you can't exactly say no when you're under the wrath of a person with more power than you- physically and economically.
She was cuffed with rope around her wrists along with about ten over 'maids' all of them girls. They were in the back of an old rocky waggon, off too an auction.
It was the 18th century after all, if you weren't a noble then you were a slave. And if you weren't a slave… well then you're dead.
The waggon went over a rock and all the girls got flung over each other, there wasn't exactly a whole lot of space. Finally, they turned the corner round the dusty path and the waggon stopped to a halt.
"Out now," they all heard a gruff voice command.
They stumbled out in their long, white, scruffy slave's dresses.
Misaki was an extremely beautiful girl, despite being a slave. She shoulder length, dark brown hair and golden brown eyes. Long black lashes and pink lips.
It was her personality that was the problem. She was a hot tempered girl and didn't take gladly for fools. And she was obviously against the whole slavery thing. But this was frowned upon by her masters and mistresses, and she usually got the boot and ended up in another auction.
She looked up and was slightly overwhelmed by the amount of nobles that had turned up.
She was then pushed roughly into line with a lot of other 'maids'.
A bright light was then shone onto their faces and a booming voice was heard.
"Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to this Slaves auction on this fine day!" Said the Chairman of the Auction. The crowd clapped.
"Please make yourselves comfortable and choose some great maids!" The Chairman continued.
"Our first maid is a girl named Tohru!" He boomed gain.
The girl named 'Tohru' was pushed forward and the bids began.
"Anybody want her for 2 pounds, starting at 2 pounds…okay! Gentleman in the coat…3 pounds…anyone for 3 pounds… Yes! Young lady in the red… 4 pounds… 4 pounds…. Okay going once to the lady in the red coat, twice aaaaannnnddd sold! To the lady in the red coat!"
Misaki was right at the back of the queue so therefore it would take a while till her go.
She was dreaming, dreaming of liberty and of a place where there was no slavery and hurt and discomfort.
But this fantasy soon faded away when she was pushed harshly forward as her name was called.
"Next the beautiful Misaki!" Exclaimed the Chairman.
Misaki looked up at the Nobles and audience as she observed them all she skimmed through the crowd. She stopped when she saw a peculiar looking man. He stood out.
He had emerald green eyes and golden blonde hair which was probably as soft as it looked. He saw her staring and he what seemed to have genuinely smiled at her. She frowned at him, glared and looked down.
"3 pounds to that man with the beard! …. Going once, twice…"
"Oh!? Is that another bid I see? 4 pounds to the man with the blonde hair!"
She looked up when she heard that and he smiled at her. She glared.
"Oh! 5 pounds to the man with the beard! …. 6 pounds to the blonde haired man!"
The fat bearded man looked at the mysterious man with green eyes and glared, trying to tell him to stop bidding for her. The mysterious man just ignored him.
"7 pounds to the bearded man! ... 8 pounds to the blonde haired man! …. Going once… twice…. Sold! To the handsome man with the blonde hair!"
She felt herself being shoved by one of the guards of the slaves, towards the blonde haired man.
He shoved her too hard and before she knew what was going on, she had collapsed into the arms of the blonde haired man.
Crap.