Chapter 2

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After some time had passed, I had grown older and my life up until that point could only be described as dire. The first devastating revelation was that my gender had changed and I had been born a female. To make matters worse, I was a slave. The man who had purchased me from the slave trader was a cruel and heartless individual who had either kidnapped me or found me shortly after my birth. I had no knowledge of my family or parents in this world.

One of the most striking aspects of this world was the existence of Aura, a mysterious energy that allowed for superhuman abilities. I did not possess a deep understanding of it, but from what little information I had gathered from the guards tasked with monitoring us, I understood that it was divided into elemental categories and that every person possessed an innate affinity for it from birth.

I had yet to see my own reflection, as there were no mirrors or other reflective surfaces in my surroundings. However, based on the reactions of those around me, I could deduce that I was considered attractive."

I often feel disgusted when those men give me lustful looks and ogle shamelessly at my immature body. It disgusted me even more so that I was a man in my past life and how these men were seeing me, but yet none of them dared to touch, must be because of the slave trader if I had to assume.

They had forced us to wear a tight collar around our necks which seemed to be made of some black material with some intrinsic inscriptions.

The collar was extremely uncomfortable and was fit tight around the neck with only enough to breathe and not die due to lack of oxygen. Feeling the collar sitting around my neck always reminded me of dogs, did they also feel like this? I felt like a dog or better I felt even worse than a dog....

The collar feels heavy around my neck, either because I was frail or it was just that mine was especially made to be heavy for some reason as I would often see others similar to me in age but even frailer or malnourished live comfortably with the collar around their necks..

The world I reincarnated seemed quite magical but unfortunately, I didn't have the luxury to enjoy it as I needed to survive first.

A thing that everybody is aware of around me was that the slave trader who manages all the slaves seemed especially careful about me. He seemed to value me more than others, the food I received seemed especially focused on maintaining my health and developing my body properly

Over the years, I have come to realize that the level of surveillance and security surrounding my captivity is significantly higher than that of other slaves. This is evident in the number of guards assigned to watch over me at all times, as well as the unique collar that I have been outfitted with. This collar, unlike those worn by other slaves, is designed to ensure complete obedience to my captor's orders. Should I fail to comply with any given command, the collar will tighten around my neck and administer painful shocks to my body as a means of punishment.

I experienced it once and it was just….

Just an extremely terrible memory…

Since then, I have been acting obediently and trying to find some way to escape which I also think is impossible, especially with this thing around my neck.

One day, we are told that we will all be auctioned off. I fear that I will be bought by a pervert and "branded," unable to even kill myself in the worst case scenario.

We are told to be quiet and not speak on stage as we are paraded in front of a group of nobles.

I am the last one left, and I am blindfolded and chained before being taken to the stage. I have no idea why I am being treated so harshly compared to the others. My whole life has been filled with suffering and bad luck, and I can't help but feel like I am doomed to continue down this path. My body was cleaned thoroughly by other female slaves and dried before being chained but I could feel my body again becoming sweaty due to the tension and heat and now seeing how no one came to dry me off meant it was deliberately done to increase my sex appeal.

I am wearing a black and white dress that is meant to increase my sex appeal, and as I stand on stage, I could hear the excitement and disgust in the voices of the nobles. The auctioneer began to speak of my abilities, revealing to the audience that I was capable of using aura, a rare trait among commoners. The bidding began and the audience eagerly shouted out their offers.

The scent of arousal which I have always been able to detect since birth for some reason overflowed and assaulted my nose as my head went dizzy from imagining what would happen to me now. I won't be able to kill myself even if some perverted man bought me, I wanted to vomit.

"9,000 gold!"

"9,700 gold!"

"12,000 gold!"

"15,000 gold!"

I didn't know the value of the currency, but I could tell that gold was expensive based on what I had read in fantasy books.

"Is there anyone higher than 15k gold?" the auctioneer asked. The room fell silent before a mature female voice spoke out.

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"30,000 gold."

A cold voice rang out in the silent room rendering everyone quiet.

There was a pause as the auctioneer hesitated, before finally declaring, "Bid confirmed! The slave has now been sold to No 7." The room erupted into whispers as I was taken away, my fate now in the hands of the highest bidder.

My blindfold was removed, and I see that I have been bought by a young woman.

The woman was a sight to behold, with her voluptuous body and large breasts that begged to be touched. Her wide, round ass and thick, plump thighs were enough to drive any man wild, and her hourglass figure was accentuated by her long, muscular legs. Her white, silky hair shined with lustre, and her magical green eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy. Her cherry pink lips were soft and inviting, but her cute, sharp nose gave off a sense of dominance that made others want to kneel before her.

I was not a man so I could not feel that sexual attraction I used to feel but my mind was still that of a man and I could not help but admire her curves and beautiful face.

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"Name," she commented, her voice dripping with authority.

"I-I don't have..."

I couldn't help but stutter as I felt intimidated by her presence. There was something unsettling about her, as if she held a dark power.

"You will be called Ellis from now on."

I stared at her, but before I could react, she slapped me across the face with a swift motion.

The force of it stinging my cheek.

She didn't seem to have any patience for my hesitation.

"Guess this one will need a lot of training... I hope the next time I speak to you, you respond more quickly."

My cheek stung and I wanted to cry, but I knew better than to defy her and make the situation more complex for myself.

"Place our family's crest on her."

The slave trader, clearly scared of her, nodded and produced a parchment.

What!? SLAVE CREST!?!?

I knew that if I were marked with a slave crest, I would never be free. But my body was frozen in place, most likely due to the collar around my neck. I was trapped, at the mercy of this mysterious woman and her dark desires.

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