CH- 1- P2- Sold And Exploited

Drugging Wilt, the 'father' of his hosted him up over his shoulders and walked out of house.

When Wilt sobered up and came to be, he felt cold metal on his ankles, the chains jangling. Repercussion of the what was fed to him kept him dizzy. At first the surroundings were pitchy but soon his eyes tuned to the dim light.

His legs were manacled. Hysterically, Wilt spected his surrounding. He was in a barred cage which was marching forward as he felt the quaking and neighs of the horses. The cage was veiled from top to bottom. The black fabric barely allowed any light to transit.

There were others like him as well. Ages were hard to determine but he could make out men and women of all age groups with them. Kids not excluded. The metallic floor was warm and wet with piss of the captives including his.

A sudden jerk made the asleep aware and realise they had come to halt and all woke up from their slumber one by one.

Straight away the curtain on the cage was pulled aside. Slowly Wilt allowed his eyes to present his situation.

Shady, vagrants, criminals, this was the category Wilt summarized the people around. The small village they were in was outcasted from the world, thick bordered by a forest dense of stocky trees and forbidding vegetation.

So cold and calignous, lamps and torches were employed to illuminate the heretical village.

Wilt could witness illicit deals being carried out and crys of people just like him. Shackled and unwilling, they were getting dragged on the soil.

Women in skimpy clothes in such wintry were quivering. Children being disunited from their mother's breasts and their mournful wails.

Trepidation of dread clouded Wilt and he understood his circumstances. His eyes turned misty and water pooled below for he was in a slave market. Salt on wounds the two who sold him were his own bastard parents for bottles of wine.

From there on out his days of misery comethed. Ten younglings like Wilt were sold to a slave dealer. Packed like animals and transported like disposables. Hungry, cold and unsanitary.

From centre to centre he was shifted until a certain someone purchased a batch he was in. A child who always dreamt of a place near his God. An innocent soul who was miles apart from the commerce of sorcery, the worst occurred . Sold to a sect of wizardry. But not of the gods no. Life never was so kind.

Most loathed and despised in every configuration of doctrine and myths. A sect of worshippers of the eldrich gods.

Working eighteen hours of the day, engaged in tussles for a single grain of life, every day of his ordeal as a servant was a living nightmare. A living outlet for the rage of testy students.

Most excruciating phrase of this slavery was being the scapegoat to the magical concoctions of the disciples, resulting in the lifespan of a servant merely lasting a year or two.

Dophill, another one of the servants and Wilt's friend in torment. Both were brought in on the same day and had been given to share the dirty cuubyhole.

Smoking their room in silence of the night, namely the witches Greeta and Hanna abducted both friends along with the other three and had been fed the sedative as a countermeasure to their resistance.

Following the events, Wilt was in his current situation with death a doorstep away and Dophill hanging besides him, lifeless with a mutilated head.

" You deviants. God will never forgive you."

" God ...pft!.... ha*ha*ha*" Hanna laughed mockery. " Dont worry about that. We have our great eldrich on our backs but what about you? Where is your God now? Bet he doesn't give a fuck about you, a worthless maggot." She ridiculed.

" Perfect!" Greeta turned around with a neon green lump in her hands. With a grin on her face she walked towards Wilt and punched his abdomen.

" Gahh*" Air left his lungs and Wilt moaned a pitchless voice. Finding the opportunity, she stuffed the ball in his open mouth forcefully.

" Swallow or I cut you open."

Wilt kept the bitter tasting lump at bay. The insides of his mouths were burning.

' Half of my insides are already rotten from the daily experiments. If I take this, death is certain.'

The way he was, living had no meaning. His body had eroded to such an extent where we could excrete nothing but blood. The decision wasn't too difficult.

' I lived with no sin on my hands. I hope my soul transcends in your lap my gods.' Wilt found his resolve.'

Jacking the small green mass in the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyes on Greeta and Hanna.

" Thank you for my salvation. Oh! And you shall meet the most gruesome end." He bidded his final farewell.

" You're welcome." Both the ladies winked at him.

Wilt swallowed up whole. As it traveled down his oesophagus his whole body burned up and spasmed violently. His skin turned pale and tears trickled.

Wilt's iris lost it's black colour and altered to white. When he stopped shaking, bile oozed of his mouth and he couldn't have been more dead.

" As suspected, another failure." Greeta lamented and pulled her hair in frustration.

" Knowing you, that was a given." Hanna scoffed. " Shall I complete his dying wish Hanna?" Greeta threatened.

" Though I always wished for the same for you, that can wait. We need to clean up this mess and throw these carcasses."

Just like that Wilt left the world empty handed. None to mourn his death. But the world didn't appear to want to let go of his leash for his tale was yet to begin. He opened his eyes again.