Product id 116641. Name, Evalie. 19 years old, 5 foot 6 inches, previous owners, 0.
*12pm, lunch time*
Long dark brown hair and hazel eyes are what accompany your pale yet rosy skin tone. You have small eyes but relatively large eyelids. Your lips, although dry and course, still carry some of that pinky undertone that comes with youth. Your bottom lip is twice as big as your plump, well defined upper lip. Your cupids bow has always been a cherished feature of yours. You have a small nose with a straight nose bridge and a rounded tip. Although clearly underweight, your once curvy body cannot help but try to maintain what it once was, this is apparent in your hips and ass, as well as your breasts, both dearly hanging on to their last bit of fat and muscle. Today is your first day on the slave market. Although you are still entrapped in this prison called the slave trade establishment, knowing your picture and details are already up on some dark web website for possible buyers to see gave you the slightest shimmer of hope. If you lucked out you could be bought out cheaply to become a servant or errand girl for the rest of your days. Compared to life in the establishment, even being a sex slave would be a better life than my current situation.
*5 hours later, 4:37pm*
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why did you have to jinx it with that last sentence. You should've just left it at errand girl and maybe things wouldn't be the way they are now.
Pitch black eyes. They're staring at you. Not your eyes, or your soul. They are ravaging your body, taking in every curve, dip, blemish, crease. You feel self conscious, even more so then you already feel everyday having to strip for the guards every morning and night before work or sleeping time.
The man looked young, probably not a day over 25. He was handsome. Pitch black eyes. Pitch black hair. Pale skin, almost white. he wore a black suit. With a black undershirt, and a strikingly beautiful yet elegant deep purple balck paisley silk tie.
The 4 years you spent in the slave trade taught you not to trust someone simply because they looked better than the rest…
In the first year after being sold off, you were lucky to have been placed with a wise cellmate. Although she was only 1 and a half years older, she had been here for a very long time. If not for her you would have ended up in the pile of bodies at the back of the farthest confinement unit long before you were able to be sold. After only 2 months with your new friend, her time to be sold off had come. She came to the cell excitedly, to fetch her belongings before finally bidding her goodbyes. Her belongings consisted of nothing, she had only used that as an excuse to come back and tell her little cellmate the exciting news. "He's so handsome and tall. He looked at me with eyes full of intrigue and passion!" Exclaimed Joelle, her cellmate. "I knew the day would come, he is a kind man as to even let me make one last trip down here, don't worry, Evalie. Someday, you will be bought and taken away from all of this by a handsome prince just like me. But for now, just hold tight and keep doing as I've taught you over this past few moons, I will always remember you, my evalie. Stay safe princess."those were the last sane words you ever heard come out of joelle's mouth. After only a mere month with the "handsome prince" Joelle was returned to the establishment, only the person that returned was but a mere shell of what her Joelle was before she left. The girl was only 16, but just in the course of a few moons, she had all the life and will to live sucked out of her. That man not only stomped one girls dream to be saved by a Prince Charming but it was actually two girls who had their hope extinguished and soaked in an endless flow of cold harsh water. Unfortunately that was the harsh truth slaves had to face. Wether you become a simple servant, to even a torture doll for your master to take out his frustrations on, you are a slave. That is your place. You must know it and abide by it, always, forever.she had heard the many stories, from being skinned alive all while getting your finger nails tore out one by one, of course being kept conscious and alert. What fun would it be inflicting pain on someone who is passed out or too numbed to it to even feel.
This handsome man standing before her, eyeing her up and down, down and up. She recognized the evil lying behind those pitch black eyes. This man did not have good intentions towards her, this was clear as day. This was her new owner. Her master. No matter what,from this moment onward, she had to please him and obey his every command.