And sold.

Choice was a luxury people like me could not afford. We were trained to obey without questioning and that was what I was being bought to do now. I was trapped in a life I didn’t ask for and held against my will. A decade of not being my own person was enough o make me understand where I stood as a person and fate was having a laugh in my face. Did I mind? Yes, I did … at least I think I did. For all this while not having a choice seemed to be my style and now if given a choice what would I choose to begin with.

I was out of it for a while or, so it seemed since I was brought out of my reverie with a painful jab to my ribs. The barrel of the gun was shoved into my back forcing me to move forward. The moment people like me had been dreading has finally come knocking and we had not alternatives but death, but I loved my pathetic life too much for it to be taken by someone.

“Now behave yeh’self, yeh’ear? I don’t want no foolishness, heh lil’gurl?” the brute jabbing me with the barrel growled out as we drew close to the fleet. My eyes welled up with tears as I realized my fate was coming closer and closer faster than I expected. I don’t know why I was even scared at this point because it had been years since I accepted this fate of mine so why the remorse at this very moment?

“Sir, this yeh slave” the brute said nudging me forward roughly. The sound of gravels crushing under feet met my ears as my nostrils were filled with an expensive smell. I couldn’t help but take a lung full of air at that moment. The crushing of gravels came to a halt once a pair of feet was in my line of sight. My breath hitched in my throat.

“Look up!” his tone domineering and captivating at the same time.my breath hitched. His voice sent a shiver of fear down my spine. his utterance to me did nothing but fuel all the fears that had my heart in its grasp. With my hands clasped behind me raised my head and kept my eyes on his crimson tie unable to let my eyes meet his. I was not worthy to hold eye contact with my master- no slave was.

I heard a grunt from him before his attention moved to the brute exhibiting me. I could taste the bile in my throat rising from anticipation. This was it and I could not stop reality from slapping me in the face. “How much!” he demanded roughly and I felt the brute behind me tense making me scoff inwardly at his cowardice.

“A fine piece two hundred euros” the brute answered making me feel like I amounted to nothing as he mentioned the price of my life as casually as he would mention the weather. I felt the barrel of the gun again but not with the usual force it was backed with as if he was afraid to damage me with a few more jabs which would lead to money not ending up in his pocket. I was glad for a little bit that the force of the jabs had reduced because I was suddenly merchandise.

The mystery of a man raised his right hand slightly, and the man standing behind him moved towards him with a briefcase in hand. My life was not mine anymore, was it ever before this even I couldn’t tell and I could do nothing but swallow my fear of what was to become of my pathetic self.

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