Faith turned her head, trying to figure out where they were taking her. It was the same deal as many times before; guards brought her out from her cell, dragged her to the stage, put her on display, let them fight over her, dragged her back to a different cell. They let their hands linger, before shoving her inside with various other girls. It broke her heart to see them, to think of what she was used for, and what they would be used for. The girls looked up at her as she was tossed to the ground, looking up to their frightened eyes. She stood, wiping the corner of her mouth, flicking blood from her fingertips. They had all crushed up against the back bars, huddling together tightly. One looked at her, grey eyes wide.
"Are you here to save us?" She asked, voice thick with what Faith guessed was a French accent. She shook her head, pulling up the side of her hair.
"No. I am here with you." She stated, slowly, carefully. The girls were crying, so she moved, tucking as many of them against her side as she could. "It will be alright. It'll be okay." She whispered, touching hands, feeling girls as they cried against her. She was lying, and every one of them knew it. But if hearing it would make them all feel just a little bit better, than she would say it. Her skin itched, and she bit down on her lip. She was a terrible liar. It made her itch. But she would just deal with it, for their own sake. After an amount of time, which she wasn't completely certain about the length of, since she had no way of knowing for sure, before the door opened. The man that had bought her stepped inside, four girls coming inside, crying their eyes out. Faith reached out for them, when he pointed to her.
"Private sale. Send her up to Othran's quarters. Be gentle, Othran hates when they're marked." The guards closed hands around Faith before she had really understood what was being said. He tapped his hand on her shoulder. "Got a pretty penny for you, girl. Othran really took a liking to you. I wish you luck, woman, you might need it." Faith swallowed, trying to look behind her captors to reasure the others. They whispered words in languages she understood, and few she did not, however, the message was always relatively the same. They thanked her; blessed her with the names of Gods she had only heard in passing. She whispered her own thanks, being pushed down halls blindly, keeping her head low, eyes downcast. She was scared of this Othran, the fact that she hadn't seen her buyer. She was finally thrown into a simple room, endowed only with a night stand, a small lamp, and the bed. Faith backed up until the back of her knees were against the mattress, before sliding into a sitting position. She tried to imagine this man, the one that had bought her. He was probably the same as the rest of them; older than he told the others, lecherous, creepy. She would be happy when he was shot, and they came to collect her again to be sold in another auction at a different location. She bit down on her lip. She had been through so many. The door unlocked, and she stood quickly, lowering her eyes in submission. They only ever wanted submissive girls. She heard steps, and they sounded deceptively more like heels than a typical man's shoe. But then again, it was probably just the hardwood causing a strange echo in the room. Faith took a quiet breath, before she began speaking.
"How would you like me, sir?" The steps stopped abruptly, before picking up again, slowly. A hand slid under her jaw; long nails brushing her chin, her cheek. It pulled her up to gaze at the person. She bit back a gasp.
"What have they done to you? Gods." The hand ran over her jaw, down her neck, over a shoulder and down her arm.
"You're... Oh."
"A woman? Yes. They never expect women in this line of work." She stated, long raven curls falling over both shoulders. Faith swallowed.
"Regardless, ma'am. I am yours to command for the evening-"
"Don't you even start with that shit." Her tone had turned harsh, Faith clenching down on her tears. She hated when they yelled. It always ended up worse for her. "You are a person, not someone who is to be owned."
"But, you paid for me! You've bought me and so that makes me yours, and thus-"
"You speak as if you are a piece of land, to be purchased by the first one who is interested." She ran her hand through raven locks, shaking her head.
"So... What do I do?" Faith whispered, her own honey- blonde hair falling forward. The taller woman looked at her, as if with pity and an un named sadness.
"You walk free. You live life. Seventy five grand and four girls, for your freedom." Faith swallowed the bile rising in her throat.
"You sold others to save me-"
"They'll be free also, within the month. Like many of mine." The woman turned, walking towards the door.
"I'll never be free." She turned back, raising a perfect black eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked, voice dropping to a whisper as she approached, eyes narrowing. "Tell me." Faith swallowed, turning her eyes to the flooring before she spoke.
"Your auction is not the only one for me. Though, at the current time, it may have been the one with the most profit. I've been sold so many times by the same people. They sell me, I stay here, they send guards later the same night, kill the buyer, repossess me. The cycle repeats." She paused, as the woman did not say a word. "I doubt they shall take pity on you for being a woman." She snorted.
"Oh, there is definitely no pity heading this way. Too many people want Lady Othran dead as it is." She pointed to the mattress. "On the bed, now. Tell me everything you can about who they send, and how many." Faith leaned back, lying down with her head braced against one of the pillows.
"They normally send three shooters here, with silenced guns. Then I'm certain there are snipers outside the entrances and windows, as a precaution." She heard the clicking of metal, freezing when she recognized the definitive noise of a gun being equipped with a silencer. "Oh, God-!" Before she could get up, a hand stopped her, pushed her back down.
"Don't. Stop your useless worrying, and trust me a bit. I said, you would walk free. I paid enough to make that promise stay true. Go to sleep." Faith tried to turn her head, feeling every movement of the lithe, muscular form as it slid in beside her, pressing up against her back.
"How could I possibly trust you? You have a really ridiculously threatening profile, you sell girls as sex slaves, and you have a gun with you right now!" The woman sighed, before one of her hands slid under the slit in her skirt. After a few brief moments, Faith nearly jumped from her skin at the feel of icy metal against her thigh, a chain being wrapped around her leg and tied.
"Hold that for me. Its kind of important."
"What is it?" An arm wrapped around her, gun sliding beneath her pillow.
"Identification." Faith tried to nod, to understand. But nothing made much sense.
"Who... Who are you?" She could imagine the woman smirked.
"Here, they know me as Amy Othran. Out there," she moved her shoulder slightly, and Faith understood. "A name I am not at liberty to say."
AN- So I decided on legitimate chapter titles! Woohoo! Anyway, this is what happens when I go to a wedding, and have to do hair in the morning. I sit, on my nook, and type up chapters for you guys. Thank the people that hired my ma' and I to do hair. And thank the woman that was late, and allowed me enough time to sit and type. Anyway, the wedding was awesome! And even better? It was an excuse to wear my six inch heels. Love when I get those chances! But my horse was soooo bad afterwards, I wanted to cry. So much for winning our show. :/ Anyway! Answers soon about the mystery of Amy Othran! But now you have began the mystery of Faith Hunter... I love you all!
~SnapTobiume