You Have To Learn To Be Grateful. (Alexandria94 & IllusionFish)

[Alexandria94]

Acen's mother always told her to never use get gift in public. She was always told that it was frowned upon and that if anyone were to see her then things would end up badly. Of course she thought she would be perfectly safe because kidnappings never happened to those who were kind and caring, but she soon came to find that she was very wrong.
The morning of the auction, she had been sitting in the park, just enjoying her time and minding her own business. Early morning was her favorite because it was when she could feel the dew and moisture all around her. She loved it, loved the way it made her skin tingle and dance. Thinking she was alone because she could hear no one she used what her mother called her 'gift'. With the flick of her wrist she was able to move the little water droplets up only a few inches, enough to catch the sunlight. That was when she had heard them.

Quickly she had looked up but they were already half way to her when she had started to run. The slick water on her shoes had managed to make running more difficult and she could feel the men getting closer. She feared they wanted to kill her and accuse her of witch craft, which was prohibited where she lived. Just as she had almost reached safety she was caught from behind and everything went out.

As Acen woke up the first thing she noticed was her mild headache and flashbacks of the sweet smell before she had went unconscious returned. The second thing she noticed was that she was the only one in a room that she was wearing a short blue lace dress that showed more cleavage and leg than she would have liked, on her feet she adorned little white slippers. She wanted to know what was going on but before she could explore someone came in, grabbed her arm and pulled her up onto a bright stage. She was so frightened that she felt the blood rush from her face as her heartbeat started to pick up behind her ears.

 

[Illusionfish]

"AND THIS LOVELY YOUNG THING IS A NEW ACQUISITION FROM AN UNKNOWN LOCATION!" the auctioneer cried to the crowd as the bidding started. On stage, a girl in a blue dress that showed off her cleavage and long legs was dragged up to the podium. The bidding started high, as it did with the majority of 'location unknown' girls. Due to their foreignness, they sold for quite a bit.

The auctioneer was rattling off numbers as fast as the patrons could raise their paddles. "1,000..1,200..1,250..Is that a 2,000 I hear? ...2,500..." it went on and on. Prince Fredrick was sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink when he heard the price go above 3000. He turned to look at the girl on auction and after some hesitation, loudly declared "5000". Everyone turned to look. Of course, none recognised their prince, dressed as he was, but he did have money, and lots of it. They respected that. In the shocked silence, the auctioneer counted to three before awarding the female elf to "the gentlemen in the grey coat".

Fred didn't know what made him buy the girl. Maybe it was his inebriation, maybe it was his desire to beat competitors for a prize, but deep down, he knew why. Because, with her smooth red hair, tumbling like a lava flow down her back, and her delicate ears, and her face that looked like it was chiseled by a master stonemason, she was beautiful, and he wanted her. He wanted her to be there for him when he had a bad day, and to simply take his worries away. He would be good to her, but he would also be firm, raising her to be his and his alone. Laying a banknote on the bar, and a hastily signed check with the auctioneer, he simply walked out of the auction house, guiding his rather attractive purchase out onto the street

 

[Alexandria94]

Acen could feel her pulse going so fast that it amazed her she could even see clearly. All of these men looking at her with the most disturbing of smiles and she knew their intentions, none of them were good and she knew it. As she stood there on very unstable legs she listened to what numbers she could hear over the sound of her own blood rushing behind her ears. She hated the lights because they took out any chance of seeing any of the people. While she thought it was never going to end, as soon as she was put onto the stage it seemed she was also being taken off of it. They lead her in certain hallways that she was certain were different than the ones she had first gotten here in, though it wouldn't matter because she couldn't remember any of that. She tried to fight, the only thing it got her was numerous bruises on both her wrists and an injection of something that made her feel very heavy, probably so she wouldn't fight who ever had bought her.

She was handed from person to person until she was handed to the arms of a very handsome man. All Acen could do was look at him because she knew this was who she was leaving with and as much as she wanted to fight against him, the serum prevented her from doing so. Her legs didn't really want to work and everything started to get blurry, forcing her to lean against this stranger that she wasn't to run from. It scared her, but she couldn't do anything about anything until what she was feeling wore off.

 

[Illusionfish]

As the..no..his, elf supported herself on his shoulder, he walked through a few lit backstreets, wanting to avoid many people. "So" he said conversationally. "Let's start with the basics. Who are you? Where are you from? Tell me a bit about yourself" he said seeming friendly. He hoped this red haired beauty didn't object to his niceness. He wanted to be civil with her, at least when they were outside.

Eventually, after a short walk, they got to the back door of a small house he owned in the city, for whenever he didn't want to travel all the way back to his castle. He opened the door for her, prompting her inside before closing it again. "Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee, water. Maybe something with a bit of kick? Beer perhaps?" he offered, heading straight to the modest kitchen. The room they had arrived in was rather spacious, but didn't have a lot of furniture. A large fireplace dominated most of the wall to the left of the entrance, and a lush intricately woven rug rested on the hardwood floor next to a couch of rich brown leather, and two mahogany armchairs that were upholstered in varying shades of green, brown and grey, as if they were trying to blend into a forest. Fredrick had hastily lit a lamp on his way to the kitchen, so the room was bathed in a soft yellow light.