Sold – Part VIII

Finally!

Everleigh was finally done eating that disgusting thing they call food. All they had to wait for was the next instruction. Oakley wished they would let them go outside in the yard. She badly needed the fresh air.

In this place, it was from one smelly place to the next. A little fresh air don't hurt nobody. She wondered if they understood that.

From the corner of her eyes, Oakley noticed a guard approaching them.

Damn!

Did they do something wrong?

Was it because she didn't eat the food?

"Everleigh, I think we should run." Oakley whispered to the woman beside her.

"Why?" She asked confused.

"I think that guard is coming here." The panic was evident in her voice.

"If that is the case then running will only make things worse."

When the guard finally approached them, he only said three words before turning around and started to walk away.

"Come with me."

Oakley glanced at Everleigh as they followed behind the guard, making sure to keep a distance between themselves and him.

"Are we in trouble?" Oakley asked.

Man! She should have eaten the food. Everleigh didn't die from it so maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked. And smelt... And felt .

"Shh." Everleigh hushed her quietly.

What? So she couldn't talk as well? Oakley grumbled quietly, not saying another word.

After walking for like... twenty minutes? – Oakley wasn't sure – they finally arrived at a building. They walked inside.

It was a restroom.

There was only one reason that Oakley could think of as to why they were brought here. It was to clean the toilets.

Fu- arghhh!!

The guards were the only ones who used these toilets. The guards were men. The place would be disgusting as f*ck.

The guard threw a toilet brush at them. "Start cleaning."

"Is he kidding me?" Oakley groaned after the guard had gone away. She would not dare to say it infront of him unless she was ready to die.

News flash. She wasn't. She planned on making it out alive.

"Let's just do it quickly and leave." Everleigh said before walking into one of the stalls to clean.

She was always so calm no matter what. Nothing could phase her anymore. That must be a result of staying here for such a long time.

Taking in a deep breath, she walked into the next stall. Luckily, they weren't the only ones here so they did not have to clean all the toilets on their own.

One word. Eww

Oh God! The toilet was a huge mess! There was even poop on the seat. What were they even doing? Were they dancing and pooping at the same time?

You know what? Oakley didn't mind dying right now? Anything would be better than cleaning this mess up. She even almost felt like crying. This was simply too much!

No nose mask. No gloves. No nothing! Just a toilet brush and a bucket of soap water beside the dreadful toilet.

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No matter what happens, Oakley would never be able to unsee what she had seen today. She would even see it in her dreams!

All she wanted to do right now was rest, but as she walked into her cell, she quickly changed her mind. Somehow, the place smelt even worse than it did yesterday.

Crying internally, she sat down on the floor, resting her back against the wall.

"Are you okay?" Everleigh asked, worried as she had noticed how the girl had been acting after they were done with their assigned chores.

"If being okay means I'll never be able to look at a toilet normally again, then yes. I am." Oakley responded sarcastically. "Perfect, even."

Oakley was going to give her a thumbs up, but remembered that the cell was dark.

"I have a question." Oakley started.

"What is it?"

"What happens to the slaves that stay here for too long? You know? Like the old ones?" She asked, remembering the woman that had asked her for her food this morning.

"They either grow old, die and rot away here, or the guards kill them." Everleigh answered. "No matter what, their only option is death as old people don't sell in the market and are also a burden at this establishment."

After a while, Oakley asked again. "Will that happen to you?"

Everleigh didn't answer. She didn't need to. The answer was as clear as daylight.