Amelia Accepts

She leant her elbows onto the bar for a while, looking at the two men. Then she looked down at the shackles. Any choice that avoided those, and the auction that awaited her had to be taken.

“We haven’t got all night. So, what do you say?”

“Fine,” she grunted.

“Alright then. Bring your ass over to us.”

“But put the shackles on first.”

Amelia gulped, clenching her jaw. After a moment, she picked up the shackles. The chain and the shackles were cold. As she held them in her hands, she looked up in fear at the bounty hunters. There was something haunting about them; they meant business, and there was a darkness in their eyes that said they done horrible things to those they’d hunted down in the past, that they could and would do the same to her.

She slid the bar out of the shackle on the left, slipping her wrist into it.

A thought hit her; what if they were lying to her? What if they were going to drag her back to Octoton anyway?

There wasn’t much she could do, if she tried to escape, they’d overpower her. She’d have to just take her chances.

She slipped the bar back into the shackle, trapping her left hand. Baldy grabbed the hand and pulled the shackled wrist towards him, then locked it with a key. She looked up as she took the bar out of the right, placing her other wrist into it.

“Behind your back.”

She gulped, then turned around, shackling her right wrist so her hands were chained behind her back. She had to bend forwards and place her hands on the bar behind her for the other side to be locked.

“Now come around the front so we can get a good look at you.”