Poisoned Love
Chapter One
It was the day of the selling. That was the name I decided to use for the "holiday," these people have gathered around and gotten drunk for, after they plucked us slaves up and used us until we were no longer a new used toy they enjoyed.
I lay in my darkened cell, cold chains were bound around my wrists. The cement that was bitter cold on my bare back held me up, the chain locks held me in place, the neck chain around my throat held tight. There were chains on my ankles and chains around my waist, bounding and holding me in place stiff as can be.
The walls around me were covered in blood and mucus, detached skin and teeth were scattered on the ground. Pieces of old bloody chains hung from the ceiling and there was no sudden movement but my breathing in the cell I was placed in. my fingers twitched as I heard loud laughing and distant talking that concluded with a loud bang making me jump out of my skin.
"Hey!"A gruff voice yelled from afar, making me squint as a flash went into my eyes. Two maybe three figures went in front of my cell and snickered."Get up, we're leaving,"
I snorted. 'How did they expect me to move? I was bounded to the wall, unable to move,' Biting my tongue to stop from making a snarky remark, I jerk myself forwards, un-successful in moving, earning a laugh from the sick bastards who stood outside my cell.
They muttered something to each other, until one of them leaned forward and walked in. what looked like a man, the figure walked up towards me and held out a key in my face, cruel amusement in his eyes."Use your useless mouth and unlock yourself from the chains," The figure cackled, shoving the key in my mouth. He stood back and crossed his arms, waiting for me to obey his orders.
'Just a few more years,' I reminded myself as the cold bitter taste of metal filled my taste buds. Glaring, I jerk my head to the side and drop the key behind my shoulder. It fell to the ground with a clatter beside my hands. I struggled to get the key in my hands reach, but when I did and was ignoring the smirks and remarks, I unlocked my wrist chain and brought my hands in front of my chest, rubbing the soreness that was earned by how tight the chains were. I grabbed the key out of the wrist chains and unlocked all the other chains, just to be grabbed roughly by my hair and was pulled to my feet with a snarl. The figure let go and patted my head with a smile.
"Good boy, now follow us," He smacked my cheek lightly in appraisement and turned towards the other figures that watched us with intense greedy eyes. I lifted up my feet and felt the new coldness of the cement and followed the figures without any argument and was soon placed in a small room that looked at what I could tell was a bathroom.
I stopped at the doorway, frowning. Were they going to clean me or was I going to clean myself? As I looked around the bathroom, I noted that it looked nor better than my own cell. Getting pushed forwards, a hand-turned me around and a towel and a pair of clothes was shoved in my hands. I looked at the pile of clothes ad the towel and then flickered my eyes to one of the basterds and rose a questioning eyebrow.
"Clean yourself and when you're done, you're going to be escorted into a carriage," The gruff voice from earlier hissed.
"Where am I going?" I asked, avoiding any emotion in my tone.
The man in front of me stunk of weed and alcohol as he leaned forward and snarled in my face."Who told you to speak?" He growled, lifting up his hand harshly. I glared back at the man with the same intense hatred he showed me and prepared myself for a slap or a punch, but he frowned and lowered his hand." .Yourself." He snapped, turning away from me and slamming the door behind him.
I sighed out of relief and mentally smacked myself as I flinched at the sound of the door closing and turned away. My eyes darted around the room, in search of anything that could help me escape. But there was nothing. Not a window, not another door, not an opening.
"Hurry the fuck up!" A voice yelled from outside the door."We don't have a long time to wait for you useless piece of shit of a human. Either you wash or we wash you!"
At that, I jumped and hurried over to the bathtub and almost puked at such dirt that was carried in it. Soon, I'd be out of here and I'd be free for eternal. 'Just have to be patient,'
Lucy
I waited in the excited crowd in a small room that held a stage and a desk near the exit on the stage. Men and women murmured in such excitement; it disgusted me. Though I hadn't signed up to be here, I had to be for the order of my father, Jude Heartfilia.
The business he ran here and there was disgusting and I wish I had nothing to do with it, but as usual, being the heir of the family throne, I had to and everyone knew who I was and where I came from and that's why everybody who liked to own slaves as pets, adored me and those who were slaves, feared my name because of the stories they were told.
As a man with short brown curly hair with FBI sunglasses and wires on, walked on the stage, the crowd went silent and I curled my fist. The man eyes the crowd with a frowned expression, but when his eyes laid on me, his face smoothed out and he smiled, clearing his voice.
"Welcome to Jude's perspective, ladies and gentlemen," He spoke loud and clear, a few people cheering and a few others clapping to the sound of excitement in his tone."Today we are gathered to buy ourselves some new slaves for you to play with-" Within' that sentence, the whole crowd blew up into apples and outraging cheers. I mentally gagged as I turned away from the man's cruel smile and frowned.
Just a couple of more hours and yet again for the hundredth time, I'll be bringing a new slave to my father, to see if he/her was enough to make him think I'd like him. The man spoke another long paragraph before waving his arms and a line of beaten up people went onto the stage.
I yawned as I eyed them, but I gritted my teeth when I saw all of them look at the ground, shameful and embarrassed to be on stage. When I was called to the stage to pick my new partner, I walked up, putting my kind personality away as my sadistic one came out to play.
My heels echoed the room as I made my way up the stairs, my eyes swaying from slave to slave, not a single one seems interesting to me. They had nothing but an empty heart and soul left. I stopped in front of a slave, his head held high, determined to shamed in such a tough crowd.
It only made me angry. But playing it cool was my sadist role, as a small smile played on my lips smoothly. I opened my mouth to speak, but his harsh words came out of his before mine did."Whatever you wish to me, you shall do to me, but you're not going to break me-" His eyes flickered to mine, his orbs going cold as ice, sending shivers down my spine as his onyx his saw straight through me."- but I'm not going to cower under someone as filthy as you," he spat. He turned his head back towards the straight direction it was in before, ignoring me.
Did this slave really talk shit about me in front of everyone in this room?
I reached out and grabbed the boy's cheekbones and squeezed them, adding pressure as I made his head towards mine as I stepped closer towards him, The scent on him smelled foul like blood and crip burnt skin."I'll say this once, and if I have to repeat myself it won't be pretty," I made my voice strong and clear, the eyes of the crowd wavering on the excitement as to see how the daughter of the Heartfilia line, will answer."I am not someone who will be your mother. I am not your sister, nor a family member. Don't think of me as a friend or someone you should like and get closer to,
"I am your master as of right now and you shall do as I say! I do not care if you have needs, I do not care if you care about me, or anyone else in my family, you are only to serve me and if you do not, you will be severely punished," I leaned in towards his face, my breath at his ear."-think of me as someone who will make your life a living hell, "I whispered, leaning back towards my straightened position. I let go of his face with a slightly harsh whip to the left and allowed it to fall at my side. I turned towards the instructor, his mouth closed, his jaws set as his eyes remained blank.
I guess he knows how I hate it here as well. Looks like I'm not the only one.
"You'll take, Natsu Dragneel-" Dragneel? "-as your slave?" The instructor asked, fishing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a book and a wallet.
My annoyance flared and I glared at the idiotic man. Did he think I gave the stupid boy with the ridiculously bright pink hair a speech for nothing? How dumb was this man? "If you're going to continue to be brainless and look like you know everything but don't, I suggest you shut the fuck up and know how to do your job," I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest."I talked to the damn useless mage, you really think I'd waste my breath talking to one if I wasn't going to buy him?"
The word,'Mage,' rang out in the human ears as the audience. They gasped and murmured with each other, suddenly throwing more money to the table for him. In the end, I won by threatening to ruin each of the buyer's lives by putting them and their families in debt easily.
I walked off with my new slave, Natsu Dragneel and smirked.I'm betting large money, this boy will be my entertainment.