Sold

Evans pov.

I could smell the freedom. The area was so crowded that I would soon be lost in the waves of people. But before I could reach far I heard a voice.

"Take one more step and I will kill this girl?" they shouted loudly.

"No, Evans. These slaves have nothing to do with you, and they are going to be sold anyway. Dying was better than living a tormented life. So did not turn back.'' I explained myself and consoled and started to move again when I heard her sobs.

"Aahhh, please.. Please save me." I could hear her helpless screams that worked like an iron chain in my legs and they could not move further.

I closed my eyes as I knew it was my end. There was no way I would get another chance to run before I would be sold. But could I do something about it!

I shook my head as i knew, i did not have the courage to run away putting an innocent life on stake. My legs halted and soon they caught up to me. Holding me from both sides, they looked at me annoyed.

"Hold him tightly. Let him know what would happen when a slave tried to run away." They took me forcefully to the carriage and then I was bound again.

They beat me again and again until my whole body was covered with bruises.

"Let him go, you will damage the goods." said the main guard from the other side.

Finally they left me gasping for breath. It was not like I could not beat them. Those three were not a match for me. But the cries of the girl that were still in their hold, kept me in control.

Her praying eyes kept my hands bound and my eyes shut.

"Leave him now. He knows well what the cost of running is now." said the man with a smirk as he continued to hold the girl's neck in between his arms.

"Go and inform Mr. Robinson that his goods have arrived. And help him in checking the preparation of the stage." said the main guard and finally all of them left except the one who was holding the girl.

"If we all attacked him together, he would not be able to do anything." I whispered to the nearby man. He was older than me, in his thirties. Though he was not strong enough, we were still thirteen!

But there was no reaction on his face, as if he could not hear me. I tried the same thing with the man on the other side, but he was blank too. I closed my eyes and sighed. They all were already dead! And the guards eyes were set on me.

I took a deep breath and decided to handle the matter myself when four men came and dragged me.

"Hey, carefully. This is a costly good!" not in my whole life have i ever been called goods! Let alone an expensive one!

"Go and announce everyone to take their seats. And inform our VIP customers that the auction is going to start." I was taken into a room where a kind of cream was used on my injuries. It stung like hell when I noticed it was a kind of color which hid the mark of the injuries.

"Well, we can not let the buyers know about the defect of the product. Can we?" said the man called Mr. Robinson chuckled.

When I was standing there silently. They held my neck and then bumped my head into the wall. I instantly felt dizzy. I tried to move my hand but they were bound with an iron chain this time.

"We can not damage the good. But that does not mean you will not be punished for the act you have played in the carriage. Hitting you on the head will not show any injury from afar even if it bleeds." said the man chuckling as he bumped my head again before the previous pain could subside.

"I must say that you are a tough nut to crack. You have been punished so many times, yet you have not learnt your lesson. I wish that the duchess will buy you now. So that you know what the true meaning of pain is. I am sure you would not stay even for a month like her last toy." said the man chuckling when I was trying my best to maintain my consciousness.

I could hear the loud noise in the distance, but my ears were creating their own sound and I was not able to listen to the sounds from the stage well.

I jerked my head and blinked my eyes many times yet the images were blurry. I could see everything fading away or two or three images forming of a single thing.

"I hope this is enough for now. And in future I will make sure to choose a master that will give you special treatment daily.`` He finally let my head go and I took a deep breath.

I was feeling nauseating. My head was spinning badly and my ears have stopped working completely.

After a few minutes when my senses returned, I found myself leaning against the wall. I could finally see the slaves were standing in a line in the corner of the room, there was a door from where they were being dragged out one by one.

Slowly the sound coming from outside became clear as the door stayed open.

"This one is pretty beautiful. She did not have any name, so you can give anything you want. She is young and strong for doing chores, but her skin is fair and soft too. Her brown eyes and brown hair is a rare combination to find. But Her voice is the best asset. Her singing could be compared even to the nightingale. And she is still a virgin. So I hope a good amount could be given for her virginity.``