With a smile
I stared at the woman who owned me, she was furious about my attempted assault.
She was speaking to two men, one seemed closer to my age, he had golden eyes, and coal-black hair, typical traits of a superior human, most likely a soldier.
They wore uniforms, golden buttons holding fancy grey jackets tight around their bodies, and beige pants hung down to their ankles. I looked at myself, wearing a bright blue outfit, a sign of a slave, the cage was dirty, I had been left hungry, but not enough to show bones.
The younger one approached me, maintaining eye contact, he had an expressionless face. I glowered at him, making sure he knew that I’d defend myself if he tried anything, he simply smirked.
“I think she’ll be perfect” he commented, his smile was twisted, mean.
“Are you sure sir?” Asked the older one, he had the same golden eyes, except his were more orange than gold, his hair greying.
“Of course I am! Are you questioning me?!” Demanded the younger one.
“Of course not sir” stammered the older one, seeming nervous of upsetting the younger man.
I felt the dirt and straw digging into my skin, I remained unmoved when the younger one opened the cage door, I kept eye contact, prepared for any tricks.
“Out, I won’t be getting my hands dirty” growled the younger one, I obliged, keeping eye contact, I was glad to be out, he smirked at me, a cruel look in his eyes. “I’ll enjoy this” I heard him quietly growl, I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Walk” he commanded, I did so, he seemed like a strong opponent, but I’d need to be careful.
My old owner smiled darkly, seeming far too enthusiastic to see me go, the younger man walked behind me, and we left the caravan, and other slaves anxiously stood around waiting.
They were tied to separate posts, each with an assigned task, the land was dusty and dead-looking, and clouds heavily crowded the sky, turning it grey. A cold breeze was whipping around, causing the shutters on the caravan to madly flap about, we rounded the caravan and I stopped. A huge fleet of war vehicles crowded around a massive train-like vehicle, I wish I knew the names of the dangerous armoured vehicles, something sharp dug into my back.
“Move” growled the young man, I quickly began moving again, following the older man, I gritted my teeth and tried not to lash out. Dust filtered around the area, and small encampments had been set up between the vehicles, I went to follow the older man toward an area.
“No, towards the train,” said the man, poking the sharp thing against my back, I turned towards the train and hesitantly stepped towards it, intimidated by its massive size. “To the end, enter the door” he instructed, I did so, beginning to wonder if I’d die here, I don’t control my anger very well.
I walked around the shining vehicle, not sure how it was keeping upright, it was a lot longer up close, it might have taken several minutes just to get to the end from the middle. I rounded it and saw the door, it looked like it was made of solid steel, and multiple locks covered it, all of them needed a combination.
He stepped in front of me, brushing past me roughly, I tripped over my own feet at the sudden force, and I quickly and quietly righted myself up.
There is no way I was going to show this man weakness.
He unlocked the door and held it open with one hand, he must be quite strong, his golden eyes met mine, I stayed still gazing at the doorway, trying to figure out what was going to happen.
“Hurry up” he growled, I took a step forward, stepping onto a metal stair, I quickly jumped on board, eyeing the room. It was huge, lights hung from the ceiling, still swinging from the train's previous movements. The room held a table and several ragged couches, a TV sat aside, screwed onto a piece of the wall. I felt the sharp object poke my back again, a frustrated sound escaping the man's mouth.
“My space is in the next carriage” he growled, I quickly began moving again, eyeing the next room, hammocks hung around, and only a narrow corridor against the wall was there to maneuver.
It reminded me of a slave-holding cell, rags and coffee bags were strung up to allow a lot of slaves to fill a small space. I ducked my head and moved past all of the hammocks, finally reaching another heavy door, this one was locked with a key, and the man barged in front of me once more, opening up the door.
He glared at me expectantly, I slowly entered, a narrow hallway was in the way, he opened a door to the side and I walked in, the room was stuffy, a few slats were on the wall, up high, allowing the breeze to noisily whistle into the room. A fireplace sat against the wall, a couch sat about, and a red and yellow round carpet sat on the floor underneath a coffee table. He slammed his door shut, I spun around, he was examining me with a nasty look in his eyes, he turned away and entered another room. This one had a wooden door, I guess this is like a small apartment inside the carriage, a lounge room and possibly a bedroom unless he sleeps on a hammock.
“Hurry up slave” he growled, I hesitantly headed towards the room, a massive bed sat against the wall, the room was small, yet the bed was huge, blankets of all thicknesses covered the bed. A set of drawers was squeezed against the wall, a locker stood closed. He was unlocking the locker, his stance strong and powerful, even when doing the simplest of tasks, it made me aware that I’d stand no chance in a fair fight. He pulled out something and examined it, it was hidden by his body, I wonder what he could have, it's most likely for me. He turned around, a crop in his hands, he thwacked the whip against his hand and gave me smile.
“I never planned on getting a slave, much less some puny girl, though I have to say, from what I’ve heard about you, you may prove quite entertaining to keep around,” he said, a cruel snicker leaving his mouth. I eyed the whip, my already dry throat feeling dryer.
“Plenty of others have tried to have me work, all have failed” I growled, that was a lie, I was fine helping out other slaves and doing easy things, it has eased many an owner's anger.
“You don’t need to work, unless I feel like you should do something, you just need to make this as fun as possible,” he said, he moved towards me, and I took a half step backwards.
“Fun!? What does that mean!” I demanded, he had an amused smile, his golden eyes showing a promise of pain. I was done playing as a good slave, this man needed to understand that I wouldn’t bow down to him. I clenched my fists and eyed him defiantly.
“How right I was,” he said, he now stood right in front of me, his smile turning into a smirk, I stared into his eyes, my normal green eyes were reflected back from his golden ones. I glanced to the side, seeing him bring up the crop, he dragged the squared leather along my arm, and I looked back at his eyes, confused now. Pain flared across my face, I stumbled sideways and collided with a leather couch, falling onto the soft couch. He laughed nastily, I clutched the side of my face, my ear was ringing madly, my vision for a moment was blurred and I felt dizzy. I fell off the couch and crumbled to my knees, I met his eyes, glaring at him with as much venom as I could muster, my look was probably ruined by the pained grimace on my face.
“And don’t worry, I won’t be like the others” he assured me, his eyes holding a slight look of enjoyment, he was saying something else, I missed it due to my ringing ear. He glared down at me now, repeating himself, I looked down at my body, thanks to my previous owner I had grown weaker, she refused to feed me or give me water for 5 days after I attacked her. Today was the sixth day without any of it, I fought the urge to pass out, a presence had approached me, my ears screaming and my face hurt. I was shoved over, and I fell without resistance, landing on my side, so close to the coffee table.
“Screw you” I rasped with my dry throat, my weakened state catching up to me.
