Three

She woke up with a whip slicing through her skin, she hissed in pain as she opened her eyes, then another whip made a contact with her skin, she jerked up, now her vision which was fuzzy was now clear, looking up, she saw a guard, who looked short and fat. His round neck made him look like a pig.

"You whore, what are you doing by this time sleeping, do you need an erotic massage before you wake up from your slumber."

He said, laughing so loudly, his teeth was looking quite brownish which was as a result of tobacco and alcoholic gins, she barred her teeth in annoyance at his remark.

"I am not a whore, you have never fucked me before, neither have any of your weak fellow guards have any intimate act with me, so don't ever you call me a whore."

She said, she was rash on her words, but she was not gonna allow a bastard trample upon her, by using impulsive words on her.

Again, she heard the sound of the whip, slicing through her body again.

"How dare you talk to me like that you slave, you are worthless and useless, you are a whore and if eventually you get sold, you will be a barbaric whore, worthless without no hope of having freedom."

The guard laughed,

"You won't just be a whore, you will even beg of being called a whore, because you are gonna be a sex slave, fucking your master with torture and pains followed by it."

The guard words sliced through her soul, she felt like ripping him apart and also coiling her body on one part of the wall like this world never existed, she felt this surge of anger she had never felt before, and it washed through her, but immediately changed to pain and more pain, just like a camelian changes its skin quickly.

"Now raise your butt quickly from that floor, and quickly allow the guard take you to the auction register room, if you try any thing foolish, I will make sure your last days here become more painful than all the entire years you spent in these cell whore."

The guard said, spiting on her, she hissed loudly at the impact of the slimy liquid on her body, she felt disgusted with herself. She looked up, she saw two guards coming towards her, hand locking her with hand cuffs, they dragged her out from the cells, they were treating her way harshly than the other slaves, was it because of the assault she gave the guard that made the other guards treat her these way. A smile crept upon her lips, at least something made her happy, and if it was something like that, that can make her a bit merrier, then she never will have a single atom of regret for doing what she did.

She entered the room, she saw other slaves were gathered together in a little room, which she found so uncomfortable to breath on, one of the guards came removing her hand cuffs, looking at her like she looked disgusting.

"Sharriah, I have been looking for you, how are you feeling, I heard from the guards that you were awfully punished, did the warden perherps tried any awful act with you."

Envaline said, staring at her, her face filled with concern, and pity.

"Did he hurt you, like get intimate with you, because if he had done that shit again, I don't mind going over there and bashing his head in the walls, till I see his brains scattered on the ground and then afterwards I smash them with my feet till they are missed with earth."

Envaline said, Sharriah winced at her words, knowing she was not joking with each words she said, she meant it, and she was gonna do it if she said the warden tried any shit with her.

"No he didn't, he wanted to take advantage of me, but I sweet tongued him, or something like that, so he only punished me."

She whispered into Envaline's ears, still hugging her tightly, not wanting to let go of her yet, but Envaline have her own plans. Envaline released her, looking at her directly into her eyes.

"Are you serious with your words, because if you are trying to cover up for him, you will receive your own punishment which will be worser than any punishments he might have given you."

Envaline said, looking at her with a serious eyes, a smile crept on my face at her words.

"No ma'am, he never tried anything on me, and even though he tried it, I won't lie to you, I fear my life in your hands than in his hands, you are a lion, a war, a steel, you tear apart the male lions with your fingers, destroyed a thousand guards with your eyes and killed the treacherous....."

She was about to complete her statement, Envaline burst out in laughter,

"Hey lady, stop making my brains fuzzy with your words, it makes my powers comes to the surface."

Envaline said, waving her hands in flattery, Sharriah smiled at her.

"Do you think the guard I assaulted will be able to survive the slash I gave him."

She said, remembering the words of the guards.

"No I don't think he will be alive, even though he wanna make it alive, but no man will be able to bear the pain of loosing their reproductive organs, so he is good as dead, if he tried to survive."

Sharriah asked, even though thiz wasn't a perfect place to smile, she still wanna reminisce about these moments with her friend, if eventually they never ended up been together.

"You look sad."

Sharriah said, staring at Envaline.

"I am just thinking about the possibility of surviving without you, I'm so used to you, that am not sure I can stay without seeing you."

She said, looking sad and the smile which she had on her face waa now totally replaced with sadness.

"Line up your selves slaves, share yourselves in groups, and make sure you don't cause any commotions slaves, unless you are going to get yourself killed."

A guard shouted from the other room, which separated the slaves from the guards, they could only see a small window, where a guard sat, with a long paper and an ink beside him, he was probably the person who was gonna write their names for the auction trade. A plan crept through Sharriah's head, and she hope it will work.

"Envaline I have a plan, a plan that can make us together, get sold together."

Envaline's face beamed up with a huge smile, which this time, reached her heart.

Chapter 7

"I don't understand, do you mean you know how to make us being sold together, maybe to the same masters"

Envaline asked, her face, brightening at the thoughts of leaving the establishments and getting sold to the same master.

"Probably yes, it might work, which I really hope it works."

Sharriah said, looking at the guard, who is taking names of the people who will be sold for the auction.

The lines was gradually reducing till it was their turn to write their names, they walked to the window, Envaline at the front line, while Sharriah faces her back, the guard looked at them both, he recognized Sharriah immediately, who forgets the face of a woman who assaulted his fellow guard.

"Hey you, Stop there, do you think you can write your name down so easily, well well, you seem so fast to leave this cage, but not so fast, you are gonna be the last slave to write her name in this list."

He said, her eyes widened at his words, this was not going as planned, and at that minute, she slightly regretted messing with the guard and violating order.

Envaline turned to stare at her, her eyes showing concern of how things will turn out to be.

The guard looked at the two slaves In his front, the slaves looked like they had something planned, and he was not gonna allow them get sold together, words were on the tip of his tongue to separate them, when he heard a call from a fellow guard, requesting that the higher authority wants to speak with him, he glared his eyes at the two slaves.

"I will be right back in an instant, and you slave, make sure you get yourself at the back of the line before I return back to the room, unless you considered removing your eyes before getting sold."

He said, leaving the room. Another guard took over, since the new guard never knew what was going on between the guard and slaves, he ignored the slaves, as he went to guard the door.

Sharriah was happy when she heard the news of the guard leaving the room, she turned back, staring at the girl behind her, she decided to form a plan.

"I have a plan Envaline, we can still get sold together."

She said, looking at Envaline to know if she will believe her.

"Never mind, I don't think I need your help for the plan, just be calm when the guard comes back, OK"

She said, looking at her, Envaline's eyes showed curiosity, but Sharriah had a lot of things to do.

She turned towards the girl, who was next after her, she flashed her a smile, she knew her name, as she was also a slave in the establishment for as long as she could remember.

"Hello Margret, can you help me out with something."

She asked, hoping she said a yes.

"Yeah, depends on what you want me to help you with."

Her smile widened at her words.

"You see, I want to get sold together with my friend over there, but the guard disapproved of us, writing our names together, thereby causing us to be separated, from each other, please I need you to write my name as yours, since you are next after her, when it reaches my turn, I will write your name, instead of mine, I promise to do that."

She said, hoping Margret accepts her request, this was there only chance.

"OK I will, what's your full name."

Margret asked, she wondered why she wanna get sold together with her best friend, having friends was not her thing, but she remembered how Sharriah treated the guard in the bath room and she was pleased with what she did, and she was going to help her, if that was what she wants.

"Sharriah Stallion, and yours"

Sharriah asked her.

"Margret Wolvile"

Margret said, looking at her, Sharriah looked at her, holding her hands, she mouthed a thank you to her, looking at Envaline, who had been listening to her, she gave her a wink, before leaving to the end of the line.

As she reached the line, the guard came in, looking at the front line, before looking up at her, he gave her a smile, while she frowned back at him, not trying to make him to suspect any of her actions, and she prayed silently, in her heart, hoping Margret never failed her, and do as was planned. Her heart made a loud thump, and it made another thump, it felt strange, like someone was trying to talk to her, she heard another thump on her heart again, this time, she slipped down on the wall, and squeezed her tiny pieces of that she wore, her heart was as if it was pierced with a thousand needle, and if only she have her wolf with her, it would have reduced the pain she felt at that moments, she didn't know how long she sat on the ground, she was so lost in thoughts, she didn't know when the line reduced and it was her turn to write her name.

A guard screamed at her.

"You useless slave, will you leave this place this instant and go write your name, or you remain here forever."

She stood up immediately, on hearing the voice of the guard, she looked up and she realized it was only some few people that was in the room, she walked towards the guard, who was registering the names of the slaves,

"Whore, I wished you never get sold, so I could make your life worst than you ever encountered in this establishment."

The guard said, snarling at her, she kept mute, ignoring the guards words, having gotten used to their snickering, taking the pen on the platform, she wrote Margret Wolvile, in replacement to her name, hoping the guard never suspects any thing.

"Are you sure that is your name?"

The guard asked her, suspecting her, she looked calm when writing her name, which was not how he expects her to look and these entirely surprised him.

"Yes sir, my name is Margret Wolvile."

She said, her voice not wavering when she pronounced her name.

"Margret, I thought it was something with an...."

The guard said slowly, staring at her, to know her reaction, but she kept an expressionless face,

"You can leave now slave."

He told her, she left, closing the door behind her, as she left the room.

She walked out, and she saw Envaline who was standing on the pathway waiting for her, she could see Margret was also with her, also waiting for her, she walked towards them, giving them a sad smile.

"Did it worked?"

Envaline said, looking at her.

"Yeah, it worked out, well, Margret is the one to complete the task."

She said, staring at Margret who flashed her a smile.

"Did it worked, did you write my name as yours?"

She asked Margret,

"You will find out your self on the auction day."

Margret said, beaming down at her.

"Really, you don't have to do this now."

Sharriah said, her mind not at ease, still not knowing if she wrote her name,

"As I said, you will find out yourself."

Margret said again, beaming at her, she was about to protest, when she heard the voice of the guards, shouting the slaves.

"The warden have ordered that you all should go have your bath, and a dress had been marked for each and everyone whose name appeared on the list." Envaline beamed at the message.

"Did you hear that, a dress for slaves, this will be wonderful."

Envaline said, her face showed how much happy she felt on hearing the news.

"Don't be so happy, you don't know how good the clothes looked like, it could be a clothes for whores, too exposed for our liking, except for cheap slaves like Veronica, the establishment whore."

Margret said, as they walked towards the bath room, Sharriah remembered Veronica, Margret and Veronica were never best of friends and truthfully she is the whore in the Establishment, and she was made the slave leadership position in the Establishment, due to her famous act of sleeping with the guards and wardens, and her position grants her some benefits which she made sure she enjoyed to the utmost prime.

"Yeah, you are right"

Envaline said smiling at what she said, which was the awful truth, the Establishment can't give them the best or treat them like queens just because they wanted to be sold, instead, she thought, they will treat them like cheap whores so that they will be appeasing to the sight of the buyers, her body shook with fear at her thoughts, but if that was all it takes to leave the Establishment, then she will be willing to do it, the thought of staying in this establishment another day was like a poison to her soul.