So, as I stated in the summary, this is going to be a story that goes into the back stories of my OC characters! And who do I start with? Amelia! Keep in mind that there will probably be a few things you've already read from my multiple stories, so don't freak out or anything. None of these stories will be related, just FYI. I think Amelia's back story will take five to seven chapters, possibly eight. Something like that, anyway. Enjoy! :3
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The moon was high in the sky, casting its vibrant, blue light down upon everything that darted around under it. It wasn't much, but it was enough for the girl's bright, blue eyes to see. They shifted around wildly, but they finally settled on the stars that were dotted in the midnight sky. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, having been riled up all throughout the day.
Suddenly, the breeze kicked up a bit, causing the girl's long, brunette hair to whip around in small circles. She closed her eyes delicately for a moment, enjoying the breeze that hit her face and drove her tears away. Her whole life, she'd been a peasant, and it just got worse when she was taken from her family by force. She hadn't seen them in so long, she'd even forgotten what her mother's face looked like.
"What did I do to deserve this?" the girl asked out loud. "What did I, Amelia, an innocent girl such as myself, do to deserve something this awful?"
Amelia opened her eyes, but she was no longer staring at the stars. She was staring at clouds, which seemed to resemble the utter evil that constantly shunned all light out from her life. Tears began to form in the corners of Amelia's eyes as she sniffled, turning away. This was too much. She knew she shouldn't just be sitting there. After all, she was on the run from her captors. If they caught up, she'd be severely punished for fleeing.
The girl couldn't have been more right. As soon as she looked up for a third time, she screamed, staring into the dark, soulless eyes of her captors. They grabbed her fiercely, one circling his arms around her waist and the other grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her back as she was lifted up.
"Gah! Let go of me! Let go of me this instant! This is no way to treat a lady!" Amelia screamed. She gasped when the man in front of her pulled her closer, staring into her frightened sky-blue eyes.
"No, but it's how to treat a slave," the man growled. His breath smelled foul as it hit Amelia's face and nose, causing her to gag and look away in disgust.
Before Amelia had the chance to attack, she was lifted off her feet by her waist and dragged away, screaming throughout the night, hoping somebody would hear her.
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To Amelia, the cell still smelled as awful as it did the very first day she'd been captured by these people. She wished she knew who the leader of them all was. Then, she'd have a little more closure. At least she'd know the identity of the one who was making her life a living hell.
The other nineteen girls stared silently as Amelia was gagged, her hands tied by her wrists behind her back. She was thrown against the wall, but because of the gag, her scream was suppressed down to a low mumble. Amelia looked over at the others, seeing the same things she was feeling in their eyes: pain, hurt, fear, and disgust.
One of the men snickered. "See ya first thing in the mornin', slaves," he growled, slamming the door to the chamber and causing the girls to flinch. The room was plunged into sudden darkness, followed by cold. Amelia shuddered, but she slipped into sleep seconds afterward.
But how she managed to, she was unaware of.
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Dim rays from the sun flooded the room. Amelia opened her eyes slowly and moaned, quickly finding out the gag had been removed from her mouth. The brunette stared up weakly at the door, which turned out to be part-way open. Thinking maybe she could escape for real, Amelia tried to stand up. That did not work.
She had been tied to the wall.
Amelia moaned again and hung her head, feeling very drained of energy. She couldn't help but wonder where the other girls were at. As Amelia glanced up, she saw a tree rush by, followed by the sound of a whinnying horse. In an instant, Amelia knew where they were headed.
To the slave auction in the nearest town. And she had been moved to her own separate buggy.
They pulled to a stop, and Amelia looked up a bit when she heard voices. She was doing her best to figure out who was talking.
"Is this the correct place?"
That voice was the one of the man who had horrid breath last night when he'd gotten close to her. Amelia tilted her head to the right, confused as heck to who he could be talking to.
"Yes. This is the correct place. The auction will be starting in one hour."
Amelia widened her sky-blue eyes. No, that could not have been him, could it? But it was! Amelia began to tremble when she realized just who was talking, knowing on instant he was the commander of her captors.
Prince Vector, who'd recently gone insane enough to start terrorizing every little thing he could get his hands on.
No! Amelia thought, starting to shake slightly. Not him! Anybody but him! Prince Vector, the master of torture, of all people is the one who has captured us!
Amelia stopped her thoughts when she heard Vector and his lackeys begin to speak again.
"I am certain you will gain a lot of money during this slave auction, your highness," the man with Vector said. The prince laughed, then chuckled in a low, dark tone.
"Of course I will gain a lot! Have you any idea just how many people want a slave to call their own? Not to mention one as beautiful as these girls! This will be a piece of cake, do not forget that," Vector replied. Amelia could just picture the devious grin as it slithered across his lips.
"Yes, sir. Especially that brunette. What was her name?"
"Are you talking about Amelia?"
"Ah. Yes, Amelia. I'm sure she will fetch a ton of cash for you."
"We shall see."
"Indeed we shall.
The door to Amelia's buggy opened, and Vector smirked when he saw her inside. "Ah. There's my precious one." He smirked like the maniac he was. "You will make me very happy, right?"
"I-I," Amelia stuttered as Vector untied her wrists from the wall. He smirked when he lifted her up, considering the fact he'd only unchained her from the wall, and held her bridal style.
"I'm sure you will, my dear. I'm sure you will."
As the crowd began to gather around the stand, Amelia began to quiver. She wondered if her mother was in there, and she just didn't know it. Vector smirked. Neither of them had realized just how much time had really passed.
"Perfect," Vector hissed. He walked behind the platform of the stand and set her there, then smirked down at her. "Now, listen to me. You will be the final one up there. When you're up there, do not try to escape. I'll have watchmen posted at every corner. Just look pretty and fetch me lots of money. Got it?"
Amelia could only nod.
Vector nodded back, not bothering to speak another word to the girl. As he began the opening speech and brought the first girl onto the stand, Amelia felt tears trickle down her cheeks.
What have I done to deserve this? she wondered as the first of the twenty of them was auctioned off.