Part Eight:
The Slave Auction
The Dolorosa feels the chain around her neck, her wrists, and her ankles, feeling them all connected as she sit, blindfolded in the metal barred cage that they are in. The brown loose fabric covers her body.
"And now, what you have all been waiting for this afternoon," The auctioneer pauses, his voice sounds deep, "our last slave to be auctioned off."
A pirate looks at the Dolorosa, seeing her, she whispers to the first mate.
"I want her." She says.
The first mate nods his head.
"You shall have her, Marquise."
"Let me introduce you to this rare green blood." The Auctioneer begins.
The Marquise smirks.
"Yes, the color of her blood is a rare color," He pauses, "jade."
The Marquise smirk turns into a smile.
"Such a pretty thing she is." She whispers.
"Her name is Porrim Maryam," He pauses, "her grub was killed yesterday."
Oh?, Marquise started to think to herself, She was a mother? How sweet.
"Starting the bidding at 500 boondollars!" The auctioneer says.
A indigo blood raises his hand.
"500, thank you!"
Marquise raises her hand.
"1,000." She says.
"1,000, thank you Marquise!"
The indigo turns his head, and glares at the pirate.
"5,000!" He says.
That idiot!, Marquise thought.
"100,000!" Marquise screams.
"100,000? Thank you, Marquise."
The Dolorosa sits there, hearing the bidding getting higher and higher.
"200,999!" The indigo blood screams.
"300,000!" Marquise says.
The auctioneer's eyes widened.
"400,000!" The indigo says.
"400,000? Going once, twice . . . "
"Half a million! 500,000!" Marquise yells.
The indigo blood's eyes widened.
"500,000." The auctioneer pauses.
The indigo blood shakes his head.
"I'm out."
"Alright, selling her at 500,000 boondollars then." The auctioneer pauses, "Going once."
The Dolorosa lowers her head.
"Going twice."
She hears the cage unlocking.
"Sold, to Arenea Serket," The auctioneer pauses, "or known as Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. Thank you for attending."
The Dolorosa feels her chains being tugged as she slowly stands up and walks out of the cage. The Marquise slowly walks up to her, putting a hand on the Dolorosa's shoulder.
"Such a pretty thing," She pauses, "What did you do to get yourself here?"
"Marquise, we are ready to leave." The first mate says.
"Of course, make sure she is taken care off, take her to my cabin, make sure she is chained so she can't escape," Marquise pauses, "I will introduce myself to her when we have left to sea."
"Yes, Marquise."
The first mate helps the crew members to take the Dolorosa to her new found slave owner.
I am sure that we are going to be great friends., Marquise grins.