I was about to be sold…

I had been beaten countless times to understand the way of slaves.

"Everyone; get up now!" yelled the proprietor. He was a short plump man who enjoyed to beat the new comers, and often times would rape the young women; like me. "You first you bitch!" he yelled having the guards pick me up and drag me onto the auctioning stand.

He faced the crowed and started the biding. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have approximately an eighteen year old female from the Australian Isles. She has no birthmarks, no abrasions, and no apparent flaws seen by the eye. Biding starts at ten pounds."

My head was bent and my eyes were closed against, not only the sun (which I had not seen for days, leaving me with a pale skin tone) but also the numerous numbers of male eyes that were now roaming my body. I listened as the bidding grew higher and higher. My eyes grew wide when I heard the final amount; 2000 pounds. The Duke of Hastings, Carlisle Cullen, and his son the Earl of Hastings, Edward, paid almost fifteen times the amount any normal slave would sell for.

As the bidding came to an end, I thought back to the family I once had, that I know believed to be dead.

-Flashback-

Father was sitting in his chair by the fire place reading the newspaper. Mother was sitting in the love seat by her sewing machine, and was knitting a new sweatshirt for the soon to be new member of our family. Mother was pregnant with the third child. My brother was sitting on the ground in front of me playing with the new soldiers that he had just received for his thirteenth birthday. I was seated on the couch and was reading the book that my father had brought home for me. Pride and Prejudice was published only a few short months ago, and father had the capability of purchasing it, and did so.

"So pumpkin. How is the book so far?" father asked me using a nick-name that only he could use.

"Oh father, it is excellent! Thank you so much for getting this book for me." I said looking up from my book at my loving family. Brian was playing with his new toys at my feet and mother was holding her rounding stomach.

"Ok you two, its time for bed. Say goodnight to your parents." Mrs. Copperplate, our nanny said. After saying goodnight to my parents, Brian and I walked upstairs to our bedrooms.

Later that night

It was late, probably midnight, and all was quite in our beautiful house at home in Devonport. By brothers room was just down the hall from mine to the right, and my parents to the left. I was fast asleep when my bedchamber maid came rushing into my room.

"Bella, Bella! Milady, you must get up. They are raiding the house. You must run. Run milady run!" she screamed as they came bursting into my bedchamber. I used my body to protect her as they came for her.

"Lily!" I screamed "You must run and save my brother. Go get him out of here!" I said as the man came towards us.

I heard her leave, and could only hope that she got Brian out of here safely. I knew immediately that my parents were already dead. Two men came out of no where and grabbed my upper arms, forcing me onto my bed. They held me down as the short plump man came over to me. I screamed but knew it would do no good. My only hope was that my brother was safe. I whimpered as he beat me.

"What's wrong bitch, don't you want to have some fun?" that evil voice said as he began to strip my clothes off.

-End Flashback-

I had been kidnapped from my home in Australia, and was forced into slavery. It had taken us almost nine fortnights to cross the ocean to New Zealand. Every night on that boat I was rapped and brutally beaten. As the time passed, I learned not to scream and beg for that only made it worse. And now, in a way, I was being set free by being sold into slavery, away from those awful memories, and nights.