GuardianAngel
Queen of the Angels
- Joined
- Mar 29, 2018
- Location
- USA
The lives of two young noblewoman was about to change, although not in the manners that they would ever imagine. Everything would start off as a normal day for them yet at the end of the day they would find themselves waking up in cages, their wrists bound tightly behind their backs and gags in their mouths. If they bothered to look around them they would find that there were many others in cages and in front of them were a number of people wearing masks. A man stood up in front of them with a microphone in hand as different cages were brought forward, and person after person were being bid on. The black market...a slave auction more like it. Something that many of the nobles had tried to ban yet there were many others who seemed to enjoy the concept of slavery. Buying people just to treat them as they were nothing more than some toy to do with as they pleased. And there were some whose favorite slaves to have were those that when they first got them they were nothing but fighters, but in the end they turned into nothing more than a broken toy. Complacent, obedient, the perfect slave. Yet in the time it took them to break the person, that once noble would find themselves going through years of torment and training, just to become that obedient toy.
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It had been two years since the young duchess of the Winters family had been taken while she had been on her way to a tea party. The once sixteen year old female was now an eighteen year old woman, and had only seemed to grow into her beauty over the two years. The man that had bought her hadn't always been a monster yet over the past year, he had become somebody that everybody learned to fear. He ruled over his slaves with violence and fear, having no qualms about if his actions resulted in the death of a slave. After all slaves were disposable, they could be replaced. Kaeya Winters was half the person that she had once been, having once been so stubborn and a fighter.... now she was an empty shell of what she had been. Covered in injuries from head to toe, yet she didn't seem to make a sound especially at that point in time. Anybody else would be crying out upon feeling the whip strike their bare back yet the jet black haired female didn't seem to make a noise at all other than counting out loud. Tears fell down her cheeks but that wasn't about it. No she knew better than to make a noise other than count, just as she knew better than to stop counting. It would just restart the punishment all over again, but she was internally screaming for somebody to help her, anybody. No she just wanted to be free from this vile man, she wished to return home... and step up into her role as duchess now that her parents were deceased. Step up as duchess and take over her family's toy company.
(I'll post for my demon when your noble cries out for help.)
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It had been two years since the young duchess of the Winters family had been taken while she had been on her way to a tea party. The once sixteen year old female was now an eighteen year old woman, and had only seemed to grow into her beauty over the two years. The man that had bought her hadn't always been a monster yet over the past year, he had become somebody that everybody learned to fear. He ruled over his slaves with violence and fear, having no qualms about if his actions resulted in the death of a slave. After all slaves were disposable, they could be replaced. Kaeya Winters was half the person that she had once been, having once been so stubborn and a fighter.... now she was an empty shell of what she had been. Covered in injuries from head to toe, yet she didn't seem to make a sound especially at that point in time. Anybody else would be crying out upon feeling the whip strike their bare back yet the jet black haired female didn't seem to make a noise at all other than counting out loud. Tears fell down her cheeks but that wasn't about it. No she knew better than to make a noise other than count, just as she knew better than to stop counting. It would just restart the punishment all over again, but she was internally screaming for somebody to help her, anybody. No she just wanted to be free from this vile man, she wished to return home... and step up into her role as duchess now that her parents were deceased. Step up as duchess and take over her family's toy company.
(I'll post for my demon when your noble cries out for help.)