The client chuckled while looking at the little girl behind the slave dealer.
Once seeing that, she hid herself even more, fidgeting her slender and hurt fingers. After all that time being a slave, she could tell naturally when someone had bad intentions towards her. It became sort of an automatic instinct of hers.
The little girl was kidnapped a long time ago after her village got thoroughly destroyed and she was left by the Dreads half-dead.
A slave dealer found her under the wreckage of that refuge and treated her. He never showed his true self and acted as a father, at least until when she was fully recovered from the serious harm that she suffered during that raid.
After this, her life turned into hell.
She was nine years old at the time when she got first sold to another slave dealer, who used her as a sort of maid for more than a year before selling her again.
She passed by the hands of various slave dealers, from the cruelest to the most reasonable ones. Her life was like a roller-coaster.
She got sold to some people who used her to do house chores, to take care of farms, or even to serve as watcher in watchtowers of some refuges. However, people never kept her for a long time because she was too young.
Now, she belonged to that slave dealer called Derek for one year and a half. He was cruel, but a fair person in his own way. If you stayed quiet and did your best to follow his orders, he would think twice to punish you, even if you made a mistake.
Some slave dealers from before would almost kill her even if she breathed in a way they didn't like.
What that girl feared the most was to get sold now and stay with some crazy people for a long time, or maybe until she died. She preferred to stay with Derek if that was the case.
However, when seeing the eyes of that client of Derek, she got uneasy. Maybe it was her time, finally.
Derek also noticed the stare of his client towards her and furrowed his brows.
"Seriously, man? Are you intending to take her? She is a female, you know?" Even if the girl was clearly trying to hide, he took off her hood, showing her light-brown straight hair falling on her shoulders.
"See it? She is slender and weak. She can't do heavy work, nor stay too much time without sleep. She can get sick too fast as well, which leaves you in need to keep her in good care. She is still too young and not well developed. Besides, she has asthma. She is useless to almost any kind of work, except light house chores."
Derek wasn't a good person at all. He was a slave dealer, anyway. He tortured both physically and psychologically human beings and kept them at harsh lifestyles, brainwashing them in order to keep their loyalty. After this, he sold them for the highest price he could.
He wasn't nice, not the least. But, still, he wanted to be honest with his clients. He gave importance just to a few things, and one of them was to say the truth for the people who were willing to buy his products.
Maybe it was one of the reasons why his business always was very profitable every week.
However, even when saying all those points, that man didn't seem to care at all.
He kept staring at the girl, now even more interested when he got to see her face.
"You know, Derek, I am not intending to buy a male. Since the start, I was looking for this female that you are holding for a long time. You see, my boys got older today, and they never had the chance to get the charms of a girl. I just wanted to give them the opportunity and make them turn into a man to the fullest."
Derek narrowed his eyes to him, feeling disgusted, though not judging his client.
"She is too young, man… Just twelve, you know?"
"I know. But it's not for me. When comparing to my boys, it's just a little gap."
Derek looked back and forth to the girl and the man.
"You are intending to make them share her? She will die. I said to you that she has asthma."
"They will alternate the days. And it will be just once per day, I promise. And, anyway, she is a slave, so what if she dies while they do it?" The man shrugged.
Derek sighed.
"You got a good point there, after all. Even so, I don't know if she is suited to be this kind of slave. You know, she might get broken. She is too fragile, not just physically, but emotionally as well." The slave dealer was still uneasy about her.
"Again, Derek: so what? It's just a slave. She is lower than a whore. I had them go to brothels, to be honest, but they want someone that is still untouched by other men, that's why I am asking this. I wouldn't be spending so much money if I could choose another way. And I need that my boys keep loyal to me, so they can keep the empire of my family. Is it ask too much by wanting to buy a female slave for my own reasons?" The man was starting to get annoyed by Derek's hesitation.
The slave dealer looked again at the girl.
She was hearing everything and had a perplexed and fearful look on her face. She was trembling slightly while holding discreetly Derek's overcoat.
That girl was still naïve, but she knew very well about what men and women did when they were intimate. While in the black market, they would need to deal with these sorts of things once in a while.
Derek hesitated for just a second more, sighing.
'Man… that's the first time I think so much about sealing a deal or not..'