“Sold!”
I was suddenly roughly pulled back to reality, as I heard the powerful voice of the slave trader yell, sold. It was then I was forced down from the podium, and over to a very small woman, dressed in small clothes that barely covered her, and with the same kind of necklace or chain around her neck. Hers was smaller, though, and more delicate, and it was made of gold. Clearly, this slave was owned by someone very rich.
“Come on,” she said.
I looked at her a bit confused. Was she the one who was going to take me to whoever had bought me? This was ridiculous. I could easily overpower her and just run away, so I just stood there, but then she slowly shook her head and walked over to me. She had this deep olive skin and green eyes and soft brown hair that ran down her back. She was de
