I want to apologize for the very quickly created story and for the possible bad grammar and spelling. I posted the first chapter quite quickly and I wrote this one in just as much time. I really hope you enjoy.

Servitude
Chapter 2

The cloth that wrapped tightly around his head to obscure his vision was itchy and smelled metallic. He could feel the heat of the sun beating down on him and his clothes felt far too warm. The less of the world a slave sees, the less they wish to escape the master's believed. Perhaps it was true. Hence the blindfold.

It must be the burning hours of midday, when the sun was at it's highest in the sky. He could feel the wagon bump and jerk along the trail and the horses snort as his master whistled harshly and snapped the reigns. A small nail that must have wriggled its way out of a plank in the wagon was digging happily into Daisuke's hip. Yet he could not move, his wrists tied tightly with the same scratchy rope behind the small of his back.

A small bird broke into a lazy song nearby.

Considering it was a day of punishment yesterday because of his attempted escape, Daisuke had been surprised to acquire some bread. He drank some water before they left, though. That painful ache started to pull at his insides as they demanded food that he could not provide.

Hoping, praying that the jolting ride would become so much shorter.

Daisuke had always let his hopes rise when the masters would take him to the auction. He always knew they'd be crushed when the master that he would dream of would never come. His mind had become adjusted to this let down. He would stand and keep his eyes low on the platform beside the podium with the smelly man in a suit that would talk ever so fast, never meeting eyes.

Good people wanted good slaves. They'll be good if they don't look you in the eye. If they don't look you in the face than they've already accepted the fact that they can be defeated, they can be defiled and not complain. The ones that don't speak, the ones that don't look, the ones that have nothing left in them. No fight, no fire, no defiance. That's what they wanted. They wanted you to be broken already. Beaten and taught, scarred and emotionless. They always wanted the healthy and hollow. Scars and blood, bruised and broken all showed defiance.

Healthy and hollow…

Daisuke found himself being hoisted out of the wagon by harsh hands. The sounds of auction flooding his ears. The auction man in the smelly suit with his booming voice, the masters yelling out prices. They wanted so much from you for such a little price.

You could always hear the young'uns yelping as they're sold to a work farm or some other, ripped from their mothers leaking eyes and weak arms. A sharp pain picked at Daisuke's heart at the sound, but it rubbed away as quickly as it had come.

Daisuke noted as he began to be pulled forward, then sharply sideways, and then forward again that his master had forgotten to take off the blindfold. It mattered not, this way his eyes would not be distracted from their permanent watch at his feet. Being shoved sharply up some stairs amidst yells and shouts. The auction man's voice was getting dangerously close.

A rough pull and his hands were free again, immediately falling loosely to his sides. Totally compliant, don't itch your wrists, don't move. Maybe that one chance when he'll be pulled from hell would be today. A blank and tart hope that was shattered before it could be considered.

"And here we have the magnificent lot number 49. Well suited for labor, housework, a little something on the side if you know what I mean…" A nervous laugh from the crowd. They never hid anything. They were just masters.

A rough hand pulled his arm out to the side, so people in the crowd could examine it. Daisuke could already hear the people calling out numbers, endless amounts of money for the fire haired young boy. Mostly men's voices, but Daisuke could hear some female voices, their dainty lace fans fluffing through the air, puffing at their curls and prissy hats.

The heat bore down and Daisuke could feel a small beat of cool sweat slowly tickle its way down his forehead to be soaked up by the blindfold. No breath out of place, smooth and even. The smell of the auction man was stifling. Daisuke's head slowly swam as his stomach tightened dangerously like a length of old twine on the brink of unraveling. He wanted to examine the spot where the nail in the wagon had been attacking his skin but no movement meant it had to wait, perhaps for quite some time.

A small involuntary tremor shivered its way down Daisuke's spine as a droplet of sweat streaked down the very middle. Unnoticed, hopefully…

Voices called out numbers. Higher and higher Daisuke guessed. Sharp yells and soft cries.

A smooth voice rang out through the din of voices, like smoke wafting slowly and softly through the air. Daisuke swallowed hard.

"Show me his eyes and I'll consider giving you triple that amount…"

Don't you just hate cliffhangers. I know that I do. But I amazingly have the next chapter in the works ALREADY. I'm so excited! I'm also excited that you've read this far and really really hope that you will review as well. Thanks so much for reading.: D