| The morning had started bright, She had been walking in the woodlands near her childhood home, a small village in the Torvaldsland. Known for its blond viking-like beauties, she was much sought after for her different looks, with long, rippling, caramel brown locks, and a creamy white heart-shaped face. She at her young age was very becoming. It was too bad it was always covered in robes and veils. Remembering the smells of the woods, she would go for walks there, kneeling to pick a dina for her hair. One day, she suddenly heard crashing in the woods. Fear gripped her as she saw a group of men circling about realizing her precarious position, that she had not told anyone she was away from her village nor that she had not brought escorts. Now she wondered if that wandering may have been a mistake.
One snarled at her, "Look what we got here, men." Laughing he says to her, "We are slavers and you will be coming with us!" "The hell I am!" she remembered saying, as she tried to run, kicking the closest man hard in the shin. She started to scream for her father, hoping someone, anyone of her friends, would come to her aid. Feeling a searing pain in her head as someone grabbed her head, another grabbed her arms and bound them tightly before she could scream another word. Ripping away her robes and veils, they stared at her willowy frame, long chocolate tresses that swirled down her creamy back. She had been face-stripped. Anger flashed through her veins. Why had she not brought her escort this morning? She screamed at him. "Shut up, you arrogant bastard, and let me go this instant!" A scream pierced the air as she felt a sting go across her back. Looking up, she saw another slaver with a slave whip, coiling it ready for another strike. Tears ran from her eyes, as another blow fell across her pert bottom. Cryinng with untrammeled pain, she felt the kiss of the whip twice more. The slaver that held her neck spoke. "Will you submit to your new life?" Fearing for her life she knew she at this point she could not escape. She averted her eyes from his gaze and whispered, "Yes." Placing his boot on the small of her back, he pulled her tawny brown hair, making her back arch painfully. "Yes, what?" he growled. Gasping in pain, tears in her aqua blue eyes, she pleaded to know what she had done to deserve such treatment. He hissed, "You will address me as Master!" Fear crept in when she realized these slavers were not of her homeland, for they would have had her call them Jarls. She quietly whispered, "Yes, Master. I will do as you say" "Good," he answered. Tying a cord of rope around her neck, he jerked her to her feet, leading her back into the woods. She was lead down a path to a city by a large body of water, the Thassa. Having never left her area of her village, she did not know the name of the city but she recognized the Thassa. Tying her to a post for the night, they left her there. Shocked and cold, she knew this was her last chance for escape. Nimble fingers picked at the cord until it finally came free. Lightning fast, she ran for the trees. So focused on getting to the trees she was that she did not see the guard. She ran headlong into him, knocking him down with her underneath him. He seized her arms and carried her over his shoulder to the tavern where all the men enjoyed the evening's entertainment. The guard deposited her in front of the head slaver. The guard reported, "She untied her bindings and tried to run for the forest. I caught her and brought her to you," he hissed. Glaring down upon her, the head slaver picked up the kurt and delivered five quick blows to her back. Her screams echoed thought the tavern. He bound her hands behind her back and placed her in the slave cage inside the tavern. Her primal scream echoedethrough the tavern as she threw her body against the cage door cryning, "Let me out of here!" She glared at all the Free. They laughed at her as they saw her fear. Totally humiliated, she cowered in the corner and shook uncontrollably until dawn. Not realizing at the time that she had finally been broken, her heart lost for the want of home, knowing she would probably never see home again. The next day, the slaver attached a collar to her neck and placed a leash on it. Leading her out of the cage, they went to a ship and took her aboard. Adding her to the other slave cargo, the doors were closed. Many days they traveled in the small confined space, eight girls in all. All cried for the want of home. The girl knew that she must be strong and would not allow a tear to fall. She quietly soothed the other slaves with her voice and sang to them a sweet lullaby. On the fourth night, they were brought up out of the cargo hold and coffled to the slave pegs on the citie's dock of Port Kar. Mocha brown locks blew in the breeze. Aqua blue eyes cast upon her naked body made her feel totally exposed. Hearing a voice behind her bellow, she turned her head to see a handsome man. "Turn her around," pointing at her. The guard turned her to face him as she met his gaze. She heard him speak, "Avert your eyes, slave. You have no right to look at me." Quickly lowering her eyes, she prayed she would not be beaten again. He stalked around her then spoke to the slaver. "She is a good looking slave. I will take her with me." Shortly thereafter, the bargaining was done. He then came and stood before her. "Look up at me now, slave." She looked up at his face, anger in her eyes. "I am your Master now and you will do as you are told. You no longer own anything not even your name. From this point, on you will be known as sleena." Her spirit now broken, she knew she would never be able to return home again. Feeling no longer human she uttered, "Yes, Master." He was a merchant slaver and soon sold her to the city of Port Kar. she was collared to a tavern and stayed to learn all she could about what a slave was supposed to know to please the Free. After six yhns, real time called a girl and she begged out of her collar, for she knew she could not spend the time needed in the tavern. When real time finally settled down, a girl went back to her old home. Time had changed things and not many were there anymore. she went in search for a new home and found it one day as she walked to Ko-ro-ba. Her days as a slave started new as the home's collar was placed upon her neck. Her first night in Ko-ro-bra were wonderful, as she met a handsome Master. She tried her hardest to be pleasing. After her training there was completed, she was opened by him. An yhn later, she found herself in his collar. She was excited to finally have a Master and not be in a city or tavern collar. The Master taught her the joy of serving a personal Master and she looked forward to the challenges it brought. Three months later, with broken heart, he released her, for his time as a Master was complete and he no longer had the time to own a slave. He allowed her to be a slave and sent her off to the lands of the Wagon People. The Master that had been hired to take her to her friend's home wagons was ambushed. The girl ran for the stream. She followed the stream until she was found by her friend, tally, and brought into the camp by outriders. |