Evans pov.
I was surprised to see how no one had a problem with bathing together. I could see there was no hesitation or rebellion in the eyes of other slaves.
Before I could think further, a stick hit my back. "Do you not hear me? Jump in the pod right now." The guard shouted and I nodded. I did not want to come in their eyes until I found a way to run from here.
I only have pants over my body. So I took them out. My hands instinctively covered my private parts and I jumped into the water in a hurry.
"Groom yourself well, you will be sold in two days. Master Denvor is going to come in a few hours. Slaves that impress him will be chosen to go to the town for the next sale. And those who will stay behind will suffer a punishment for not being chosen. So you better try your best." he instructed, dragging his stick on the ground as he circled around the pond. It was creating a screeching sound that was very irritating. But it worked as scary for young girls who flinched and gasped.
It has more people than its width. So everyone is very close to the pond. You just need to move your hand a bit and one will be able to touch the other person.
I wonder what grooming could be done in this kind of filthy water and without any resources. I could feel the lusty eyes of the guards on the young girls. I felt ashamed and angry but I know that I could not do anything for now.
Everyone rubbed themselves with some herbs and then washed themselves with water and started going out. I followed them silently as I continued to look around to see if there was any way out.
"Move your ass young man, you are too slow to follow orders. Start listening or you will be added for special training." said the same guard who had hit me from the stick before.
I nodded and increased my speed as I realized that this place was still dark. I hoped the place where we were assigned work would be better and have some natural light instead of these big lanterns that were used to create light in this big hall.
"You are the slave who ran away and five men were needed to bring you back?" asked a guard when I wore my pants.
A lump formed on my throat yet I tried my best to behave normal.
"Yes, he is the one. He even beat all of them in his struggle to run away again." said the other guard that was standing at a distance with a menacing tone.
"Then I think you need our special service as a return gift. Come with me." he ordered as he moved forwards. But I just stood there. I knew if I went to them they would beat me or punish me some other way, but that was not what I was worried about.
If i followed them, i would not be able to assess the place and then i would not be able to escape my plan.
'Christ! Could they not just beat me right here. It will save both of our time and they would even leave a lesson for other slaves. Wouldn't it be a better option?' I wanted to shout it out loud, but stopped as I bit my tongue.
"Hmm, being stubborn, are you. Do not worry, I have seen many like you. There is always one or two rotten eggs in the basket every month. We enjoy the feeling of breaking them down slowly. You will be my new way of entertainment. It would be fun to leave scars on this smooth fair skin." said the guard moving a hand on his bare chest.
I felt nauseous by the way he was touching him. It did not need him to be more obvious to show what was in his mind. I wanted to bear with it like I had decided. But when his hands moved further south, I held his hands tightly and jerked off my skin.
He flinched but did not back away. As if he enjoyed what had happened. He got a new reason to torment me further. He gave me a creepy smile but in the next second his face turned hard and cold.
"Drag him." he shouted and all the guards moved at once and covered me.
"Let me go" I shouted as I tried to break free from them but they had completely outnumbered me.
"This is just the start, my boy. I will enjoy each part of you tonight. Or better gift you to master, he will be delighted to have an exotic beauty like you." he chuckled as he moved his finger over my cheek. The finger ran over my jaw and then finally reached my lips where I bit him hard.
The man finally turned furious and slapped me hard but I did not feel a thing. When he saw my blank face he felt more furious. He was expecting to see me in pain and begging and pleading to him.
He raised his hand again and slapped with double force this time, but once again I felt nothing. My expression stayed some and so was his ferocity.
"You really did not feel pain, did you? Very well, then I will also want to see the limit of your endurance. I will make sure that you will learn the meaning of pain by tonight." there was a smirk on his face, but his eyes were serious, clearly indicating that he was going to fulfil his promise.
"Take him to the torture room and bind him with the chains."
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