Don't Think I Won't Bite the Hand That Tries to Tame Me!

"Kippy Roslana." The middle-aged man called my name in a monotone voice as if he'd done this a million times. Had he? I was being sent into another slave auction preperation center and he acted like it was something of little to no importance

I stand up and with my head held high, walk towards the man, my shackles moving the only sound disrupting the tension in the air.

The man points to the nearby metal door and gives a knowing look to a nearby guard. Within an instant, i feel the guards strong grip on the chains connected to my arms followed by a tug. I let out a slight gasp, a sharp pain shooting up my arm before lowering my head. What am I kidding, I'm just a slave now.

My foster parents gave me away for a high price because of my purity. Although only eighteen, it is uncommon for most to have their virginity at my age, excluding nobles who must wait til their nineteenth birthday. Now I will be given to a random higher up for my rare beauty. I miss it, my siblings. Although we are not blood related, they did so much for me. Whether that be sneaking food into my small shed in the backyard and giving me extra clothes in the winter. Sigh, will they remember me?

I finally come back to reality when the guard shoves me into the cell. In a voice of disgust, he says, "Get ready, you're what everyone wants tonight."  He laughs in a comical way making me realize just how bad my situation is. No matter what I do, tonight I will be sold. More than likely, I will also lose my virginity. After all, in this world, beauty for a slave who can't do anything to fight back is like heaven for a rich man.

In this world, there are different classifications. Going from lowest to highest, you have slave, then workers, which includes jobs like servitude such as maids and servants. They are not called servants because this has a different meaning in class supposed to normal maids and butlers. This ends lower class statuses.

Next, we have artisans, followed by merchants, then officials and aristacrats. This ends the middle class.

The final class is special. Within this class, each is either of noble background or has contracted by a noble. Each noble family have a supernatural ability known as a charm which can be passed down through blood or through a contract sealed through blood.

At the lowest within the upper class, we have servants. These are people who have a blood contract with a noble and therefore have inherited the ability of this family.  Servants are similar to pawns in the way that their only reason to live is to protect their master or mistress.

Nobles are next. A noble includes any being that has a supernatural ability not aquired through a blood contract.

After nobles, we have priests and priestesses. These people are known to be the right hand people to kings and queens. They are contracted and have their own supernatural abilities. Although nobles can be contracted too, priests and priestesses are much stronger and each has what we call a "divine" ability. These abilities usually include the gift to bring back the dead or heal, although it's not uncommon to have other similar abilities connected to life or nature. What really marks a divine ability is if they have the ability to summon a divine weapon which, in other words, is a fancy weapon with a cool looking sigil.

Last, at the top of the hierarchy, we have queens and kings candidates. Only those who has the sign of a god can be a candidate to be a queen or king. These people have a mark somewhere on their body that naturally appears on their nineteenth birthday. This "awakening" of sorts not only gives them the mark but awakens their abilities and changes their appearance. Each king or queen's appearance depends on which god or goddess they have gotten a "blessing" from.

I wake to the sound of my cell door opening. A guard, different from the one earlier walks in and lifts me by the arm. He does it so quickly I yelp in pain. Ignoring my yelp, he pulls me out of the cell and begins walking with me in tow. His long, quick strides cause me to lose my balance every once in a while but, he quickly lifts me to my feet, not caring whether I'm hurt.

When we stop, I gasp. It's a grooming area for slaves. Although I've never seen one so fancy, I know what it is at first glance. During the last few weeks, I've been to countless slave auction centers. I was only kept at them for a small period of time, as they thought I could be sold at a higher classed auction but, during my time at the centers, I'd been hailed past rooms like these multiple times.

The guard throws me by the shoulder into a nearby room before closing the door and locking it. I run to the door to see his retreating figure. Is he just gonna leave me here to rot? I thought I was important.

Before I can think any further, a man's voice is heard. "You must be Kippy." I turn to see a man in his early twenties. His brown wavy hair is combed over creating a part. He has deep emerald eyes and a tall, slim frame. As he stands to come closer to me, I see he is at least half a foot taller than me. As a somewhat tall women, I'm suprised by his height. On further inspection, I see a black mark peaking out of the sleeve of his jacket. A servant, definitely.

Seeing where my eyes landed, he laughs awkwardly. "Yes, I am a servant. Leon at your leisure. My master would like to acquire you for your service in exchange for protection and a peaceful life." A hopeful smile appeared on the young man's face.

I laugh, confusing the man. "So he wants me to be his babymaker?" A coldness sweeps over the room when I spoke.

A spark of familiarity sparked in Leon's eyes and his mouth opened to speak but, I interupted him. "Don't think I won't bite the hand that tries to tame me!" At that moment, all I could see was red. "If they want me, their gonna have one h*ll of a time trying." I sneered. "I've told you my decision. Now, let me go back to my cell and enjoy my last bit of time of freedom in peace." I chocked on my own words and tears welled in my eyes. Why would he care what I think? Before I can continue telling myself off, he waves his hand and the door is opened.

"Thank you for your time, Ms. Roslana." Disappointment can be heard in his voice but, I leave and am escorted back to my cell.