Ariadne could barely stay on her feet in her state. She was disoriented and clumsy. Her hands were chained behind her back. A cloth gag was tied around her mouth. She was blindfolded, her emerald eyes hidden. From what she could tell, all she wore was a short revealing dress. Her red hair hung in clean waves around her shoulders. She had just recently been washed. That had been an adventure all on its own, even if it was a woman, not a man, that had washed her. Apparently she couldn't be trusted to wash herself.
The eighteen-year-old's life had been turned upside down yesterday. Yesterday had been her birthday, the day she was legally supposed to have freedom. Instead, she was sold into an auction house by her own father, who was hopelessly in debt by his drug use. She had been ushered out of the house by two burly men, with nothing but the clothes on her back. Now, even those had been taken away, replaced with clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in.
The girl now was being ushered up some stairs. She could hear some excited chatter, and a few whistles. She was pretty, and looked a bit older than she was. She was trying to decide what she could do to release herself from the situation. She felt the hands on her arms leave her, giving her a bit of hope. Then, she heard a voice read off her biological details, and she began to process exactly what was going on.
"Ariadne Wilson, age eighteen, human, five foot six. Let's start off with the standard bid." Ariadne's heart leaped. Why would they have to say she was human? She anxiously shifted on her feet, trying to locate an exit. She didn't hear sound to the back, on her left. She tried to turn, only to feel a hand, possibly with some fur on it, on her arm, which stayed there to keep her in place. She could hear the auctioneer begin to point out bids on her. Who knew what would happen to her?
The eighteen-year-old's life had been turned upside down yesterday. Yesterday had been her birthday, the day she was legally supposed to have freedom. Instead, she was sold into an auction house by her own father, who was hopelessly in debt by his drug use. She had been ushered out of the house by two burly men, with nothing but the clothes on her back. Now, even those had been taken away, replaced with clothes she wouldn't be caught dead in.
The girl now was being ushered up some stairs. She could hear some excited chatter, and a few whistles. She was pretty, and looked a bit older than she was. She was trying to decide what she could do to release herself from the situation. She felt the hands on her arms leave her, giving her a bit of hope. Then, she heard a voice read off her biological details, and she began to process exactly what was going on.
"Ariadne Wilson, age eighteen, human, five foot six. Let's start off with the standard bid." Ariadne's heart leaped. Why would they have to say she was human? She anxiously shifted on her feet, trying to locate an exit. She didn't hear sound to the back, on her left. She tried to turn, only to feel a hand, possibly with some fur on it, on her arm, which stayed there to keep her in place. She could hear the auctioneer begin to point out bids on her. Who knew what would happen to her?