Rhiannon Monteverdi
Apr 28th, 2003, 06:03:56 PM
Tattooine
Marketplace Slums.
Slave Auction.
Species from all over the galaxy had gathered today to witness and take part in the slave auction that was located in a slummed area in the city's western market block. To many slaves, wenches, and serfs, this was little more than a yearly routine that was impossible to avoid; but to Rhiannon Monteverdi.. this was like a human trading post. Not that humans were being the only thing auctioned off.
Rhiannon could only stare in utter horror at the stage and the men and women who were dragged up onto it. It was more like.. a large cardboard box. From what she had seen, if you were a man.. you stood there and flaunted the strength and talent you possessed.. and if you were a woman or girl.. you would, as her last master had explained, show your goods and smile. Nothing.. this day would make her smile.
Evidently, it was to be her turn soon.. since the brute of a guard grabbed her hair and slung her from the galley with a warning to remain where he had thrown her. There weren't many people around her; there were occasional interested glances and whispers, but she didn't care. That was one thing she had learned from her last master's business. Shut up, let them do their jobs, and go about doing what you are told.
The guard returned when the next 'woman' slave was escorted up onto the stage, She actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Was she mad? Wasn't it the least bit frightening to her that her new master could be an ugly, mean creature that would misuse her? Perhaps she was only feared this would happen.. because it had happened. She had the scars and bruises to prove it.
The guard, that looked much like a bear without fur, grabbed her arm and drug her to her feet. She would have stood up on her own, but the guard obviously didn't care. No one ever did. She was hustled over to the stage and before she could protest.. she could feel her cloak, the only thing her master had left her (except the tattered, jagged silk gown that hadn't been washed for quite some time), was being torn away from her. The very thought of being revealed in such a way to the creatures in the crowds made her sick... how could this be happening?
'No! Let go! Don't do this please!' She shouted, her pleading voice drawing more attention than necessary. She began tugging with all her strength on the cloak, trying to keep it on.. but when a mighty paw slammed down upon her cheek.. she thought she would die.
The cloak slipped from her grip so easily she collapsed on the stage, her blonde curls tumbling about her face in an attractive disary. The tattered gown, that was now visable via the loss of her cloak, flitted about in little more than transparent strips. It was all too much.. she couldn't hold back what she was truly feeling.
A distorted sob escaped her throat as she tried to pull her gown together, hide her exposed parts, wipe away tears, and soothe the pain coursing through her cheek at the same time. Her blurry vision scanned fearfully over the crowd, wishing with all her broken heart, the rocky earth would just open up and swallow her whole.
Marketplace Slums.
Slave Auction.
Species from all over the galaxy had gathered today to witness and take part in the slave auction that was located in a slummed area in the city's western market block. To many slaves, wenches, and serfs, this was little more than a yearly routine that was impossible to avoid; but to Rhiannon Monteverdi.. this was like a human trading post. Not that humans were being the only thing auctioned off.
Rhiannon could only stare in utter horror at the stage and the men and women who were dragged up onto it. It was more like.. a large cardboard box. From what she had seen, if you were a man.. you stood there and flaunted the strength and talent you possessed.. and if you were a woman or girl.. you would, as her last master had explained, show your goods and smile. Nothing.. this day would make her smile.
Evidently, it was to be her turn soon.. since the brute of a guard grabbed her hair and slung her from the galley with a warning to remain where he had thrown her. There weren't many people around her; there were occasional interested glances and whispers, but she didn't care. That was one thing she had learned from her last master's business. Shut up, let them do their jobs, and go about doing what you are told.
The guard returned when the next 'woman' slave was escorted up onto the stage, She actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Was she mad? Wasn't it the least bit frightening to her that her new master could be an ugly, mean creature that would misuse her? Perhaps she was only feared this would happen.. because it had happened. She had the scars and bruises to prove it.
The guard, that looked much like a bear without fur, grabbed her arm and drug her to her feet. She would have stood up on her own, but the guard obviously didn't care. No one ever did. She was hustled over to the stage and before she could protest.. she could feel her cloak, the only thing her master had left her (except the tattered, jagged silk gown that hadn't been washed for quite some time), was being torn away from her. The very thought of being revealed in such a way to the creatures in the crowds made her sick... how could this be happening?
'No! Let go! Don't do this please!' She shouted, her pleading voice drawing more attention than necessary. She began tugging with all her strength on the cloak, trying to keep it on.. but when a mighty paw slammed down upon her cheek.. she thought she would die.
The cloak slipped from her grip so easily she collapsed on the stage, her blonde curls tumbling about her face in an attractive disary. The tattered gown, that was now visable via the loss of her cloak, flitted about in little more than transparent strips. It was all too much.. she couldn't hold back what she was truly feeling.
A distorted sob escaped her throat as she tried to pull her gown together, hide her exposed parts, wipe away tears, and soothe the pain coursing through her cheek at the same time. Her blurry vision scanned fearfully over the crowd, wishing with all her broken heart, the rocky earth would just open up and swallow her whole.