A strange wealthy man

"...To the red-headed man in the back!" The auctioneer concludes.

You try and look up to where the Auctioneer pointed, but most of the people bidding were just silhouettes to you. With little ceremony, you get shoved back down the stairs. As you get pulled back to your cell, you pass the next prisoner. A girl that looks like she's barely sixteen winters young. You grimace as you imagine the terrible fate that might befall her and the auctioneer's voice still rings quietly by the time you arrive back at your cell.

After you get shoved back in your cell it's as if the realization of what's happened to you comes crashing down. You thought your despair couldn't get any deeper, but you sit there and think about how you have gone from a princess of wealthy and prestige to a girl being sold like a piece of cattle. You can't help but to sob into the hay in your cell.

You aren't sure how long you have been where you are, but after you cried your eyes out; you finally managed to get some welcome sleep. That sleep was disturbed by a sudden commotion outside. A pair of men wait outside your cell. One of them grunts while he enters, "Come on girl. We're here to take you to your new owner."

You don't have the determination to resist the two men; so simply go on after them. They chain your arms and legs and stuff an old rag in your mouth. It tastes horrible, but not of anything absolutely wretched. They pull you out of the cells and escort you through the sewer system. Along the way you pass Gorlak who eyes you and mutters under his breath. "Bastards...Saved a lot of money to get a girl like that and still get outbid..."

Shuddering at the thought of being Gorlak's toy, your process gets halted by what looks to be an old rotted out door off to the side of the path. The men unceremoniously open it and pull you in after them. The door led to some stairs and up the stairs was an old run down tavern. There were no customers, but the barman eyes you coming out from his basement as if this wasn't anything unusual. Muffling a sound, you attempt to ask for help, but no legible sound escapes the rag in your mouth.

The men drag you up the stairs and proceeds down the hall to the final door. There they stop and one of then pounds on the door, "Hey Vala. We have your girl here!"

From inside, you hear a surprisingly pleasant, deep male voice voice, "Well, you have your payment. Send her in."

The men remove your restraints and the rag from your mouth and shove you at the door, one of them grunts, "well, get in there girl before we make you get in there." He caresses the pommel of his shortsword.

You open the door and meekly enter. As soon as you do, the door slams behind you and you are left alone with your new owner. For the first time you take a look at the man who might just have possession over you for the rest of your life. He is certainly not what you expected.The first thing to get your attention is his brilliant red hair. It's fairly short and almost blood red. It also matches his eyes which have a very similar and to you very outlandish red color itself. The rest of his face looks like he was chiseled from granite as if you could trace every line on his face without running into a curve or blemish. He's sitting at the table eating breakfast and a quick glance out the window tells you that the sun has just begun to rise. As soon as you stop in the center of the room, he stands up and walks over to you. His robe is opened which gives you a view of his bare and well-built chest and his trousers were loose, but well made. What strikes you odd about his appearance is the large amount of expensive looking jewelry that he's wearing. Around his neck hands a large gold pendant and his hands were adorned with golden rings. Some of them had brilliant jewels on them and others did not. This is clearly a man who has wealth.

Despite being a very handsome man, as he steps over to you, your eyes drift back towards his. There's a hunger behind them that you cannot put your finger on. Something more than just the lust of a horny man. "Well then." he says, "This is why I keep returning to Deris' auction. He sure knows where to find the most beautiful ladies he can."

He starts to step around you and examining you much more closely. Resisting a blush, you wonder if you should respond and suspect that Deris is the man who runs this slavery ring, but this man, Vala, continues, "And you..." You feel a hand slide along the small of your back sending chills up your spine. "You are definitely one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen."

Vala moves back around into sight and you find it difficult to hide your blush while his eyes pierce through you. "And you have only had sex two times? Come on girl, don't be afraid to answer."

Your anxiety wells up within you. While he seems like at least a cordial man, that line of questioning implies that he certainly has bought you for his physical urge. You feel like you should be angry, mad even, but this man is your owner now. Even though it's illegal, he may have control over you for a long time. Perhaps even the rest of your life. The next few minutes may decide your relationship with him for awhile. You are a noble lady. While you may not be of any real rank socially now, you were still taught by your tutor to always maintain your composure. Even in the most harrowing of situations. Also that first impressions were the most important. You could be mean, but you fear that he may not have the patience for it. There's only a moment to decide how you wish to respond.