THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Prosnut'sya!" ("Wake up!")
Leonariz jolted awake as she felt cold water splash on her.
Gasping for breath, she looked up at the person who had done it. Her eyes were still slightly closed because she was blinded by the light coming from the door of the room she was in.
"Tsk! Eto bol'she pokhozhe na tebya, gryaznaya zhenshchina." ("Tsk! That's more like it, you filthy woman.") the man with a bucket, which had previously held the water he had poured on her, said.
Leonariz stood up and looked at the man. He was holding out a chain. He approached her and put the chain around her neck.
She winced when he suddenly pulled the end of the chain attached to her neck. He said something else, which Leonariz didn't hear clearly because she was feeling dizzy.
Her hands were currently shackled behind her, as were her legs, but there was a long chain attached to the shackles on her feet, so she could still walk.
They left the room where Leonariz had been kept, with the man holding the end of the chain attached to her neck. She looked like a dog being led by its owner.
"Ahck!" Leonariz groaned as he pulled the chain hard, she felt pain in her neck because of what he did.
The man glared at her.
"Idi bystreye, suka! Pochemu ya dolzhen delat' eto kazhdyy den'?" (Walk faster, bitch! Why do I need to be the one to do this everyday?)
He said angrily and walked on, dragging the chain.
Leonariz sighed deeply and did as he said. Large abandoned buildings met her eyes once again. Some men were carrying metal, while others wore pure black and just stood there, seemingly observing everything.
Leonariz winced as she felt a sharp pain in her feet, so she looked down while walking.
She saw the swelling, the color was already changing, all because of the shackles that had been attached to her feet for almost a year.
It had been a year since armed men brought her to this place, as the man dragging her told her. She remembered that his name was Olga.
He was the only one who had taken care of her in the year she had been there. He was the one who always brought her food to the room where she was kept. He was also the one who bathed her, almost once a week.
The man was hot-tempered, but despite that, Leonariz still liked him. Because besides his sharp tongue and the words he used with Leonariz, he didn't do anything else to her. Especially since she also saw in his eyes that he felt sorry for her.
They entered one of the houses where Olga often took Leonariz. The place where he bathed her.
Leonariz just stood there and watched Olga remove the chains attached to her body one by one.
"Eto tvoy neudachnyy den', zhenshchina. Segodnya vecherom proydot podzemnyy auktsion, pozzhe tebya obyazatel'no zaberut."
("This is your unlucky day, woman. The underground auction will be held tonight, they'll surely take you later.)
The man said and helped Leonariz remove her clothes one by one.
Olga sighed when she saw the condition of the girl's hands and feet. They were swollen because of the shackles that had been attached to them for a year.
Olga walked over to the faucet and shower switch inside the room. Water came out.
Leonariz looked up at the water continuously flowing down her body.
She closed her eyes, just standing there, letting the water flow from her head down to her body.
Leonariz remained in that position while Olga leaned against the closed door of the room. She had seen the girl's naked body many times, but she still couldn't believe the curves and smooth skin she possessed.
Olga sighed again before speaking.
"Zakonchi eto bystreye, zhenshchina. Oni skoro pribudut — aaa! Kakogo cherta ya voobshche s toboy razgovarivayu? Ne pokhozhe, chto ty menya ponimayesh' ili chto—"
("Finish it quickly, woman. They'll arrive soon—ahh! Why the hell am I even talking to you? It's not like you can understand me or what—")
But what he was going to say was cut short by Leonariz's sudden speaking.
"Thank you." she heard Leonariz say, still with her eyes closed.
Olga was shocked. In the year she'd cared for Leonariz, this was a first.
Olga's eyes widened. In almost a year, she'd never heard Leonariz speak, only moan. This was the first time she heard a language other than those sounds.
Before Olga could speak, the door burst open. Leonariz's eyes snapped open. She saw Estes, the man who'd attacked her tribe, and Demian, who she'd met before.
"Long time no see, Amazona," Estes said, grinning.
"It's time to go," Demian said.
"Woah! You lucky, Olga! See this hottie every day?" Estes exclaimed, looking at the unconscious Olga. He laughed. "This lucky guy—what if he already—"
"Shut it, Estes," Demian cut him off.
He approached Leonariz, who was still naked. She watched him calmly.
Before Leonariz could speak, Demian injected something into her neck. She fell, weakness flooding her body. She tried to get up, but couldn't. Darkness fell.
"This rare item was somewhat more valuable than any kind of weapon—as it is a destructive weapon itself."
Leonariz woke to strange noises. She sat up, looking around nervously. She was in a big cage, wearing strange clothes, still shackled.
She heard loud shouts and cheers. The cage door opened.
Leonariz's eyes widened. A huge crowd was cheering, looking at her. Someone threw something into the cage.
"THIRTY BILLION!"
Leonariz looked towards the voice. Her sharp hearing helped her spot him. He grinned at her.
"One Hundred Billion."
A chilling voice cut through the noise. Leonariz heard a ringing in her ears. A man in black stood there.
"One Hundred Billion. That woman's my new toy. Anyone who thinks they deserve her—come get her. I'll kill you." His voice was cold, silencing the crowd.
Time seemed to stop as their eyes met. It was like she was drowning in his gaze.
She swallowed, her instincts taking over as he smiled. She knew she couldn't escape him.