"Hey…Hey… Get the hell up bitch." a man yelled, hitting the cage that a young female Sadida was in. "You're going to be going up soon so get up, and don't try anything. We don't want to ruin those good looks do you, Princess."

As Amaila looked around she saw other female, children, men of all racers in cages crying or having given up any type of hope of going back to their normal lives.

"I can't take it," a voice shouted. "I don't want to be a slave." Amaila looked around and saw the man that was yelling, she then saw he had a piece of glass in his hands.

"Don't do it."

"You might get a good one."

"No!"

But even with all the screams of wanting the boy to live he quickly slit his throat.

"What the fuck, I told you asshole to check to make sure none of them had a way to kill themselves." a man shouted. "Check the rest of them, I can't make a dame cent if they're dead."

The man soon went through every one of the cages and checked the ones inside for anything they could have used as a weapon. Another man came up to Amaila cage and opened the door then forced her to follow him.

"Now then for our last slave of the day, the one and only former Sadida princess Amalia." A voice announced. As soon as she was introduced Amalia slowly walked on to the stage in nothing but a rage dress that barely went past her hips.

Tears started to form in her eyes as she heard the bidding start to increase. As she looked at the crowd, she saw the eyes of the men looking her over with nothing but lust in their eyes.

"Please someone save me." Amalia pleaded quietly so that no one would hear her.

"Five thousand Kamas." a voice shouted.

The place then became so quiet that a kama could be head hitting the ground, Amaila looked up to see that the one that had raised the bid on her was a boy wearing a blue hat and dark blue cloak, who looked to be about ten years old but cared an air about him that made everyone feel like showing him respect.

"Is… is that the final bid?" the announcer said, trying to keep his usual demeanor. "Then sold to the nice young man in the blue robe."

As Amalia was taken off the stage as she looked back at the audience, she could have sworn that she saw the boy that got her smile. Amalia was thrown into a cage and waited for the one that bought her. As time went on each slave was taken back out of their cages and taken to another room and once the door closed, she heard screaming. It was then that a child with long black messy hair that covered their eyes was taken from their cage as tears could be seen coming from their eyes like a waterfall. But then when they walked behind the door, she could have sworn she heard yelling along the lines of steam but not just of pain but arguing as well, then silence. It was only a few minutes till she was brought back.

"Well looks like you're in luck, Missy, you've got a roommate joining you." the man said, throwing the little girl into Amalia's cage. After the man was gone Amaila moved a little closer to the child hoping not to scare them. The child immediately latched on to her shaking out of fear, it was then that she saw that they branded her with the mark of a slave on her stomach. The man then came back with a smile on his face and opened their cage again. Amaila knew that it was her turn she forced the child to let go of her and was about to follow the man to the room, but he stopped her. "They come to the one that paid for you, paid for her as well."

"What do you mean?" Amaila questioned as the child ran up to her and held on to her waist.

"Their buyer couldn't pay." The man answered as he forced them to walk. So, we offered the one that bought you that one as well." When they got to the room Amaila saw that it looked almost like a forge. "Now stipe or do you need help."

Amaila knew what was to come and asked, "Do I get a say in where the mark is or what?"

"Why not." the man answered, getting one of the brandings out of the fire. "Consider it your last wish, Princess, if you're willing to show me the goods."

Amaila got the child to let go and wait in a corner for her, she then took a deep breath and lifted the rages off her body and laid them on the ground, then said, "My lower back."

"Hold still." the man ordered. Amaila steeled her body then felt the hot iron mark her skin right above her butt, she held in her scream not wanting to give the man any more satisfaction than he already had. "And done, you're now a slave." Amaila fell to her knees breathing heavily and the child ran over to her. The man looked at his work, smiling, seeing the mark that looked like a circle made of chains with a symbol that looked like a raindrop in the center. "Your master is waiting for you through there, so get moving." Amaila soon got up off the ground and grabbed the rage she was wearing and put it back on knowing it was better than being naked. "Oh wait, I almost forgot." The man then immediately put a thick metal collar on both Amaila and the child that had a small chain in the front. You can hide the mark but not the collar.

"Come on." Amaila said take the child's hand and slowly walk through the door on the opposite side of the room. As they went through, they came to a room that looked like a small meeting room. She then saw the boy that bought them sitting on the couch facing them.

The boy smiled then said, "hello, looks like I'm your master now."