Alea opened her eyes to see someone standing over her. Her hands were tied to the bedpost along with her legs. Her mouth was gagged.
Her eyes misted over when he pulled off his trousers and tore her clothes off. She struggled, tried to get away but he smacked her and in a gruff voice, asked her to stay still.
She shut her eyes in hopes that it would block everything out. Before he could enter her, she heard something whiz through the air and hit something. The man atop her let out a groan and Alea opened her eyes to see him fall.
She looked towards the open door but no one is there. She struggled against her bond, trying to get free. She could hear noises from outside where she was and fear made her work against her bonds faster.
Two hours and a chaffed, broken wrist later, she's free of her bonds. She hobbles away from the bed and tries to find something to wear. There are no cupboards but she finds the dead man's shirt not too far from where he lay.
She slipped it on and left the room. There's a big fight going on. Projectiles of the physical and magical types were going back and forth. Alea cursed silently and tried to maneuver her way out of there.
She doesn't get far when she's caught by her neck and hoisted up to a bull-horse. The rider slapped a cuff on her hands and placed her in front of him.
"Where did you think you were going?" He asked, placing a knife at her back. She didn't respond and he knocks her out, again.
When she wakes up again, this time with a huge headache, she can vaguely make out her captors being given a pouch of coins. Instead of smiling, his face was grim and he looked in Alea's direction with so much hate, she flinched.
"I suggest you sell her off soon. She's bad luck" her captor said and they rode off. She's pushed into a cage with some other girls, some older and younger than her, and the wagon starts to move.
Alea couldn't cry anymore. She was so tired, so tired she wanted to slit her own throat. She looks around for something to use to end her miserable life.
"The master removed all sharp objects and this cage is enchanted so we don't kill ourselves. So, today's not your lucky day" she hears an older girl say from beside her.
Alea sighs and gives up. She has no interest in talking to other people and she mopes all the way to their destination. When they arrived, they were forced to bath and walk back into the cage naked.
It was times like those that she wished a bear would just come out of the woods and rip everything to pieces, including her. But it doesn't work like that. She's so unlucky, it's pathetic.
"Today gentlemen and ladies, I've brought you beauties from all around the continent. I've even gotten some exotic species" saying that, the master looks at Alea. She shrinks back.
"So, we'll start the bid on that Kroll. 200 silver coins" the bid went crazy and stopped at 2000 silver coins. The Kroll looked frightened and she was visibly shaking.
Krolls were a peculiar race. They had pointed furry ears, stripes on their bodies, claws, fangs, and tails. They were humanoid and also very animal-like. It didn't mean they didn't wear clothes, they had very fashionable items. They were also a proud race and valued bloodlines above all.
Unfortunately this Kroll was just a kid and she had her claws cut off. She was carted away by a man with a sinister look on his face.
Alea closed her eyes and didn't want to watch anymore. Memories of Fyed, Sol and Diqa ran through her head and tears down her cheek. She missed them so much.
She felt someone pull on her binds and she was yanked to the front, with various leering voice and catcalls. She felt very vulnerable at that point and she cowered.
The bid for her started on 20 platinum coins and continued to rise higher.
In the Quitri continent, they used coins and paper money. The least were silver coins, the gold coins which were a100 silver, then platinum coins which were 100 gold coins. A thousand platinum coins went for one Munil, the paper currency. 1 Munil currencies were rare in the kingdom Alea was currently in.
"1 munil..... is that your final bid? I hear she's bad luck, no one's interested in raising the price?"
"I'll take the girl for 2 munils" a female voice calls from behind.
"3 munils, that's my final bid. Back off witch" a fat man bellowed and the woman backed down with mock courtesy.
"Sold!" The master said with a huge smile.