Chapter 36: In bondage

‎From my hidden area, I continue to look at them from the distance they were, till they reached me. but I still make sure to remain hidden for my own safety.

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‎As I keep on looking at them, one of the prisoners suddenly stopped looked at my direction with scrutiny like he was seeing something, like it was seeing something I am hoping it is not, because I am not sure if the prisoners are legit. Maybe the prisoner may decide to tattled to receive some praises from their capturer, or just for the fun of it of seeing someone else in the same position he is.

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‎So because of this godly hypothesis I prayed with all my heart to any God to save me, because my darkness power ain’t working, they have not been working since I arrived wherever god-damned forsaken place this is. all I am left with is my touch light. like for how long will their eyes remain blind for me to escape from their vicinity, and I believe that would require a large light to do. but I am sure my torchlight hand do not have that capacity yet so I stick to praying.

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‎Soon as the prisoners keep on looking the people involve on them being a prisoners notice that they weren’t moving at all, so he brought out a tail wip adorned with sharp needle around. He went towards the prisoner that keep on looking at my boulder, he went towards him and almost beat him to his freaking death. he didn’t even get a say in anything. The options were a little bit on the You’re f***ed spectrum.

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‎from my view point from my hiding place I was hearing the man screaming at the prisoner, asking him why he was wasting their time, that he have somewhere to be, that buyers are busy waiting. in my mind I was just thinking, "don’t let this nigga expose my hiding place. I am not even sure if he saw me, but I just know that if he saw me and exposed me, that I won’t like the outcome.

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‎The prisoner looked at the man who was beating him then at himself, then the long chain connecting him and some people down the road, dozen and dozen of hollowed eye people like him. He didn’t know why he stopped, he just felt like the rock feel different, it felt something from the rock, but what exactly he did not know. The short headed guy who continues beating him remain ignorant on his thoughts, he just keeps on throwing more beating at him, like it will change anything at all. The thought that he would have already been used to the pain didn’t come across the man head at all, but I guessed that’s for the better. Soon the man stopped his rampage, and he also stood up as soon as the beating was over. Blood and open fresh wounds are on is body but that did not stop him from continuing the journey. According to the mad men slave traders, even the dead could be sold as food, so what about the injured.

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‎i watched the prisoners walked away to the far distance, I thought it might be a good idea to follow them from behind, so I followed them. They walked and walked, any prisoners who fell on the floor tired, was whipped on the floor to the point of death, then forced back up to continue the journey. But soon no amount of beating them and forcing them up will make them stand up, so a three hour break was decided, they decided to finally rest, and it was already even night.

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‎I decided to rest in a far away area also, but who would have known I would wake up to find myself in chains, I would wake up to find myself strip of any freedom, and any out of disobedience will lead to my death.

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‎As I woke up I met myself in chains, I joined the long chain link, I was put at the far back, after all I am the newbie. If someone look at the slave there would find a group of slave with a 99% dead eye men with a 1% living eye man.

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‎unluckily for me they were no more rest, it was full speed to the end, I walked, walked, I walked like a nomad for the first time and damn it was something.

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‎we finally reached a large gate, when we entered we were welcomed with a place with a large area, it was filled with tent of different size, I believes it his a slave market, I could even here some discussion of haggling from some place.

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‎"You know," a man said said, "that’s not a man."

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‎He’d stopped posing and glared at me. "What are you talking about, peasant?"

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‎"It’s a load-bearing woman," he said, channeling my inner. "she only looked like that because she is fit to do labor work, you know she was a builder before she was caught, she is a good fetch, and I believe I am giving you the right price.

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‎He’d laughed, a loud, braying sound. "Nonsense! It is a freaking man. A fake woman. I have seen no woman like that, so I say you are speaking horse shit."

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‎"Look, man," the trader said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I’ve seen a lot of these things. I’m something of an expert. That’s not just a man. That’s a... uh... a Prime woman. she’s tethered to the fit any obscene desire you so call desire, she can sire any of your lines, and she will still remain fit as a fiddle. You got here the best of the best of the tether, she is able to take what all those angelic one couldn’t take. You’have a whole squad of knight, and she will provide it for you. I am assuring you"

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‎The trader just keeps on bargaining with different words, words that could possibly draw the man in, it almost looks like he was not making it up as he went along, but he didn’t know that. He looked at the woman the object of their bargaining, then at the buyer, a flicker of greed went through his eye.

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‎"i don’t believe you, can you show me proof she is a woman, let me see the authenticity of the product, or are you not willing to show me?" He looked at the trader daring him not to show him.

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‎The woman who was the object of their obscene bargaining was sure to have heard what they say, but she didn’t even show any reaction whatsoever. it was like she was tired, tired of all the nonsense happening in her front, maybe she have even accept her situation, and whatever may come or happen should happen.

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‎From my position, I know their deal is utterly wrong, but who am I to stop them, I have not even save myself from my own situation, so I don’t think poking nose in the woman matter will end up well for me. I looked around, I saw that out of the three traders who are with us, it only remain one of them, it seems that boss and the other one as gone to do something, so I still have time to do something, maybe save myself if only I know how, or continue watching the haggling process.