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Feeling Fear Twice

A young looking girl sat in silence in the back corner of the carriage, as far away from the entry point as possible. She was shoved uncomfortably against the wall with several other demons, mostly women; she knew already what would happen to them and possibly her. They'd be taken to the next town and sold off to any wealthy demons who desired them and she knew in time it would be her turn. She hadn't gotten many offers which she was grateful for, most didn't believe that she was from the distant village of demon psychics so they had no desire to have her as a prize and those who were aware didn't offer enough to satisfy her sellers. They seemed quite confident that they could sell her for the price of a small town, she wasn't sure anyone was worth that much money let alone her. However, her capturers seemed quite sure that they'd sell her in the next town, especially now that they had spent a large sum of money on a special headband that held her spiritual abilities sealed within her own mind.

They had been confident that she was using her abilities to alter the way any potential buyers had seen her and they hadn't been wrong. Every man who showed more interest then she wanted in her had their vision twisted in their minds to show, a very old unpleasant looking woman who was sickly and weak. Most didn't realize they were being deceived while a few others saw through the vision to the strength behind it and their desire for her grew. But luck was on her side because the demons who owned her life were stingy and wouldn't sell even a night with the tanned enchantress for less then a few hundred thousand. It was clear that the men steering the carriage had every intention of bleeding her eventual buyer dry. With the thought of being sold off very present in her mind she realized that it was the second time she had ever felt fear in her life, and what made the ordeal worse for is that she was unable read the tattoos on her back. Without the ability to read the tattoos and the future they told the demon psychic was completely unaware of where this journey would take her and what would happen along the way. The native looking girl felt that if knew she would spend the rest of her life as someone's slave then she could prepare herself mentally, but seeing as how the oracle had refused to read her tattoos she found herself in bountiful sea of the unknown.

"How people live without knowing is beyond me." She mumbled earning a few glances from some of her fellow passengers.

Everyone crammed into the small prison felt the carriage come to a stop, the door to the wooden innards where they all resided was thrust open forcing light to shine bright and harshly onto the eyes of the many residents of the moving cage. They were all dragged out by heavy chains holding them insanely close together with little option of movement. After being shoved up on a platform placing all of them in visible sight the auctioning began. Her brown skin was warmed by the bright midday sun, her eyes shown an exotic pastel yellow as she stared at her crowd of potential buyers. Terryal sighed, knowing somewhere in her heart that her life was going to be sold today, and there was no one around to save her.