The Promotion

[Guest]

Bormia Slave Marker, Malta

Akira’s awoke with a shock. Yet again she had been hit with the stun stick.

“Stand up!”

The voice was that of the same slaver who had hit her earlier.

“I... I... Err.”

“You, ‘err’ what? Get up!”

The slaver stomped on her ribs, she rolled over quickly and tried to get up.

“Now!”

The slaver gripped her by the arm and dragged her off the floor. Akira looked around, she was shocked to find herself on full display to the ogling eyes of a small crowd. Another slaver, much more important looking than the rest in his ‘fancy’ clothes, stood to the side of her.

“Now, we have a very nice specimen of human potential here. This one is, as you can see, is gifted with a healthy and keen body. Ready made to keep your body warm.”

With the end of his previous sentence he smirked.

“I personally selected her from a large range of stock to be one of my special commodities. I will start the bidding at five hundred standard credits.”

The crowd was rapacious, bids sprouted fast.

“Five fifty”

“Six fifty”

“One thousand!”

“One thousand and five hundred credits.”

“Two thousand”

“Two thousand and six hundred credits!”

The bidding went on for several minutes before the winning bid of fifteen thousand credits was placed. Akira would not have seen who won her, if she had been looking. Her tear drenched eyes blurred her vision as she wept for herself and the fate that she knew awaited her.