She is Mine
UPDATED!
Been a decade, so I decided to rewrite it with a slightly more adult tone. If you don't see the next few chapters with UPDATED at the top, then it has not been rewritten yet. You're free to read them, but they will be inconsistent with the actual story until I have finished updating. Hope you like the new chapter
A Fateful Encounter
The slave's POV
The air was foul with the smell of sweat and dirt. The bazaar was bustling with slaves, merchants and eager rich people looking for good deals on cheap labor.
"Here, here! Who would like this girl?" yells the merchant. "Stunning face, fit body, guaranteed to be untouched in every imaginable way!" Many people stopped in their tracks to glance in the merchant's direction.
The auburn-haired girl couldn't believe what was happening. She could feel everyone's stares on her as she kept her own eyes closed. An old man shouted 1000 yen, another 2000, and another 3000. The merchant was extremely pleased until he saw his slave had her eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, slave! Look for your future master!"
She continued to keep her eyes closed because she knew what would happen once everyone saw them.
"I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!"
The back of her neck began to flare up in pain. The slave crest placed on important slaves to keep them in line. Traders use them to more easily manage their merchandise.
Her eyes teared up as she opened them and glared at the excited buyers. She was found out. Dazzling and desperate emerald eyes stared them down. All of a sudden, the price quickly went up to 10,000 yen before it suddenly doubled to 20,000. Everyone took notice of the new buyer and realized there would be a bidding war for this rare diamond in the rough.
Sakura glanced at who had just offered 20,000 yen for her. She met a pair of hard amber eyes, piercing into her own eyes. But then she noticed that he wasn't the one who bid on her. It was the beautiful woman next to him. The slave was downcast as she resigned herself to her pitiful fate.
The Amber-eyed man's POV
'What a beautiful slave. How does someone like her end up here?'
His eyes met hers.
'Wow…her eyes…mesmerizing. Is she a remnant of the Magi race?'
The Magi race is on the brink of extinction. They are renowned for their females' emerald eyes and males' magical abilities. Discrimination against their lineage had driven them into hiding and slavery. Simply seeing one is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.
The woman, Yelan, smiled at her son's indifferent face as he stares at the slave. 30,000 yen was heard next…40,000 yen…50,000 yen until Syaoran was getting impatient and involuntarily shouted.
"100,000 yen!"
No one else said anything after that and his mother, Yelan, was surprised with his outburst. Syaoran didn't usually take part in purchases, but he assured himself that he was just getting impatient. Slaves rarely reached 10,000 yen in price unless they held a special trait of some type. Needless to say, this slave was very special.
The stunned merchant, counts down, "Going once...going twice...and SOLD to their highness, Empress Yelan and Prince Syaoran."
Slave's POV
Prince Syaoran and the Empress returned to the carriage, leaving their servants to pick up their multiple purchases. They make their way to the merchant, and he bows before the carriage and applauds her.
"Thank you your highness. You will not regret this I assure you, Sakura Kinomoto will obey your every command."
'To hell I will!'
Slaves purchased for more then 5,000 yen are branded with a crest that inflicts great pain on them when they disobey the holder of their contract. Slaves sold for more than 20,000 have an even higher level crest branded on them that will also inflict pain on the slave if they have intentions of betrayal or escape from their lifetimes of servitude. This was common knowledge for everyone, and Sakura knew any real hope of escape was gone the moment she revealed her eyes.
"What mode of contract would your highness like?"
Possession of the contract is how the crest is controlled. Often, paper is used since they are easy to handle, transport and trade. Sometimes they are made in the form of jewelry. Gems or necklaces for special slaves that doubly displays ownership and pride in their slaves at the same time. Sometimes, the master wears the contract as a ring to display their dependence and faith in their slave.
"I think I would like this one to be by blood."
Sakura looked up, shocked and saddened by her decision. Contracts by blood are reserved for the truly spectacular cases. The contract itself costs 50,000 yen because of the high-quality potion required for the procedure. With blood, the owner intends to keep the slave permanently and irreversibly. They are often done when the slave is bought for the purpose of reproduction or other illicit activities. The slave has no chance of stealing this form of contract and escaping their clutches. She was truly out of hope.
The merchant, ecstatic at the prospect of making even more money, questioned, "And would this contract be with your lead servant as usual?"
"No, I think I will have her be my son's personal slave. Syaoran, please go perform the contract with her."
Syoaran gets up and exits the carriage. He knows he cannot argue with his mother in public. Sakura looks at Syaoran with pleading eyes, but she only meets a face of indifference.
'Please, don't do this!' She silently begged him.
"Now your highness, I will need to prick your finger and coat the wound with this liquid."
He approaches him with a merchant's dagger in his right hand and a potion in his left. Syaoran takes the dagger from him and cuts a wound straight across his left palm. The merchant surprised and fearful for what the prince just did stood there befuddled. Syaoran placed the dagger back into the merchant's hand and took the bottle. He poured it all on the wound which began making a burning sound.
Unfazed, Syaoran asks, "What now?"
Quickly regaining his composure, the merchant informs him the most effective areas to place a blood contract are on the back or front chest area. Syaoran then attempted to approach Sakura's back. Sakura quickly turned to face him staring at him defiantly.
'I won't let you do this.'
Syaoran leaned in closer to her and commanded her, "Turn around."
'Hell no!'
Without saying a word, she obstinately stood her ground.
The merchant, worried that his new customers may grow upset, quickly commanded Sakura, "Turn around!"
The pain in Sakura's neck flared up again, but she was not backing down this time. Syaoran realized this and took a step back. Before she could give a sigh of relief, Syaoran began drawing his sword. He placed the tip on Sakura's neck. Sakura closed her eyes expecting the worst. She felt a cold breeze followed by a burning sensation on the upper right side of her chest. She opened her eyes to find her shirt slashed open and Syaoran's hand on her chest. Feelings of anger and sadness welled up in her as she glared into his eyes.
'How could you?'
The small crest on her neck dissipated and a much larger crest on her chest appeared. Sakura quickly held together her shirt in an attempt to regain any dignity she might have left.
"Contract complete! I am sorry for the inconveniences I have caused you, sire. Would you like to test the contract to make sure it works?"
Syaoran approached me with a chilling stare.
"Kneel on the ground."
I thought about disobeying and pain like never before erupted from my chest. Simply considering the idea of disobedience causes pain. I quickly drop to the ground. I think about getting up and the pain comes back. I give up and begin shedding tears on the ground.
"Look at me."
I raise my head up and wish he would drop dead where he stood.
"Now apologize for inconveniencing me."
'I have to apologize for becoming your slave? Just die!'
I mutter the words as I look at him. "I am sorry for inconveniencing you, Master."
'Hope you can read between the lines, asshole!'
"Get in," said the royal woman. Sakura walked into a luxurious carriage. She felt out of place next to such elegance. High-class slaves are cleaned up before going to the market to maximize the amount they are sold at, and so they could immediately accompany their new owners on any high class forms of transportation.
"You will address me as your majesty or highness, and you are my son's birthday gift. Whatever he desires, you are required to give him," she told me. "I will afford you a room, food, and new clothes—I don't want you to look so dirty since you are his slave now!"
'I am clean right now, bitch!'
"Yes, your majesty…"
Yelan pointed to the ground next to Syaoran's feet.
'I can't even sit on your chair?'
I kneel on the ground next to my new master's feet. After a twenty minute ride, the carriage paused in front of the biggest castle Sakura has ever seen.
'Wow this place is huge. Is this my new cell?'
"Come!" commanded Syaoran.
The lead servant took the other slaves purchased at the market to a side entrance to the castle. Sakura followed Yelan and Syaoran into the castle where they were welcomed by a royal chamber. The walls were made of marble, a huge chandelier on the ceiling and a multitude of beautiful paintings on the walls. Yelan went in a different direction from Syaoran. Sakura followed him into a neighboring hallway that she could not see the end of. And he led her to another hallway identical to the first leading to a door at the end. They stepped through the door into a humongous room.
"This is my room. One of your new duties is to keep this room clean everyday."
She glanced around the room and noticed that it was already very clean.
"Is it not already clean?" She asked.
"Don't speak unless I order you to."
"But..." Pain shot through her chest.
'God! This is irritating.'
He exited the room and entered the adjacent room. She reluctantly followed him.
She meets a much smaller room, but it was still quite a large room.
"This is your room. You will be next to me so that I may call you at any time."
'Great! I am someone's personal whore, lucky me!'
Syaoran's POV
Syaoran caught on to what she was thinking and approached her. She looked at his eyes waiting for him to say something.
"Don't flatter yourself. Do you think I would use someone as dirty as you for anything but to clean the garbage from my room."
She tears up on hearing this causing him to feel a guilty pang in the pit of his stomach. But she refuses to let the tears leave her eyes.
'She continues to fight against my command. What a fiery disposition. I will need to break her soon.'
"Get yourself cleaned up and bring me dinner."
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