It\u2019s not long before I\u2019m on a ship with a bunch of other people to be sold as slaves. We were all stuffed below deck, locked behind bars. I\u2019ve completely lost hope. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, drowning myself in grief or anger, I let go of everything. I stop caring altogether. There\u2019s nothing left to care about. I\u2019m completely broken inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watch as sailors and others cram the ship with goods. A human lordling boards and inspects us before he takes his place within a private room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sit in the corner of a cell on a rocky ship among other sorry souls on our way to endure a life of abuse and only the Light knows what else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t know how long goes by. They feed us slop and make us fight amongst ourselves to get a portion. If that wasn\u2019t bad enough, I\u2019ve seemed to catch the eye of an apprentice mage to a lord. A weasel faced man with buck teeth and droopy, pointed ears. He wears robes of red. \u201cYou\u2019re pretty. Maybe I can have some good fun before you\u2019re sold off to the whorehouses in Chillshore. The Gods only know what they\u2019ll do to ya. Desperate lot, they are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fortunately, the Captain intervenes. \u201cUnless you have the money to buy her, don\u2019t touch the merchandise. Off with ya.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little elven snob of a mage scuffs at him. \u201cDo you not know who I am? I serve the lord Ba’theas Keenreaver. You don\u2019t want to get on my bad side. I\u2019ll soon be a lord myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t care if you\u2019re the son of the old King Volodar himself. If you ain\u2019t got the money, you ain\u2019t getting the merchandise!\u201d The captain says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The elf just huffs. \u201cWe\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He storms off and the captain spits on the ground. \u201cLousy lordlings. The lot of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Days go by as we continue on to the north. It\u2019s hard to keep track of time as the boat creaks and bobs. Several of the other poor souls get sick and spill the little in their stomachs on the cell floor, making it stink of foulness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We make a stop along some human town up the channel between the pirate sea and the dead sea. I think the town is called Littleband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The human lordling gets off the ship along with the sailors. I don\u2019t know how long we will stay here. But eventually, the lordling returns with a lady human with dark chocolate skin. She seems to fancy him as she goes with him into his private room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
However, as we take off to return to our journey north, I hear something downright sickening. Whimpers and screams come from the room. Every now and again he comes out and I can barely see within the room to find the poor girl tied up and whipped. Why such cruelty?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mage\u2019s apprentice comes back down at some point, sneering at me. \u201cWant some food, bitch? I\u2019ll give you plenty if you wrap those lips around my cock.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I ignore him. His taunts get nothing from me. I feel nothing. There\u2019s nothing left of me to feel. I\u2019m no less of a shell than Orym\u2019s body was when they sent it to the Light. I suppose there might be one good thing to come out of this. Maybe I will be reunited with my family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly, horns blow, and chaos erupts above. It\u2019s hard to tell what\u2019s going on as the crew scrambles up to the main deck. The apprentice goes up and a minute later comes scrambling down. He looks around until he hides under a blanket like a coward. A moment later, one of the crew falls down the stairs, limp. Blood pours out of his neck. Savages covered in furs, wearing metal helmets and holding large round wooden shields come rushing down after him. Several of the crew who were down here rush to attack them and get butchered by their axes and swords. One of the crew members falls to the floor, his dagger sliding at my feet. I grab it and hide it in my sleeve. The fight seems to die down as the giant savages unlock the cages and go through the barrels and chests. A rather large red-haired savage looks down upon me with a wicked grin. \u201cWell, look at what we have here. You\u2019re a pretty one. You\u2019ve got a familiar face about you. I think I\u2019ll have some fun with ya before someone claims ya. I definitely can\u2019t keep another slave. Too expensive.\u201d He grabs the forearm in which I have the dagger concealed, making it impossible to use. I\u2019m dragged behind him, my heart panicking in my chest. I will not endure the abuse of another man. I\u2019d rather die. Fear grips my heart as I remember the stories about these Northern savages. Cannibals they are. At least the ones called Bone Eaters. I can\u2019t die like this. As soon as he lets go, I\u2019ll slit his throat and then mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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