"Aww look at this one Tyne." I couldn't open my eyes. "isn't she a pretty one." I felt a callused hand grab my arm, the bruises and cuts felt like tiny needles being poked into my skin. I didn't make a sound.

My body was lifted off the ground. I peeked my eyes open to see a man. He had brown working shoes with dark blue jeans. I was never allowed to look at faces.

"Hmmm. What's your number slut?" a hard voice said.

The name didn't even faze me.

"977501 green." I said.

"Your a green? Very nice. Very nice." He said as he began to poke and prod my body.

Green meant a virgin. There weren't very many slaves that were virgins still.

"Mr. Alkwood your time in the dungeon is up. Have you made your selection?" said Master Jake. Master Jake was in charge of the dungeon and the buying of slaves. He was one of the nicer masters.

" Yes I have Jake. I would like number's 977501 and 882104." said Master Alkwood. I have a new owner.

" Wonderful choice Mr. Alkwood." said Master Jake. "number 882104 is a red. You are aware of this?"

A red meant that she was here because she wanted to be. Not that she was forced to be, like most of us.

"Yes I am aware." said Master Alkwood. His voice was irritated.

"Very well. Come with me and we will complete your purchase in my office. " I watched Master Alkwoods' shoes walk away. As the door closed I heard Master Alkwood say "number 977501 is a virgin correct. She is going to my son."

The door closed.

"Mmm a green." There was another man in the dungeon. "So slut. What have you done?" the mans voice was rough, solid, one not to be messed with.

"nothing sir. It's my second year." I said in the smallest voice I could muster.

The first two years you are a slave it is just training you go threw. After training you are put into the buying section of slaves. Once you hit you 35 year as a slave they put you in the barracks. I don't know what happens there.

"A second year slave. Is Master Alkwood going to be your first master?" The man said. I could almost hear kindness in his rough, hard voice.

"Yes sir." I said. There was no reply.

"977501 and 882104 step to the white line. " said Master Frank. Master Frank was the transport master. He was the meanest, foulest, grumpyest slave master. I kept my head low and quickly stepped to the white line.

A pair of rusty cold hand-cuffs met my small wrists.i listened to them close around my wrists. The metal cut deep into my pale skin.

"882104 will you hurry the hell up!" Master Frank yelled. I flinched, an angry master meant more pain for me.

I heard her handcuffs lock into place. I felt a sharp tug pull us across the white line, and into the hall towards the exit. I kept my head down.

Master Frank was talking to Master Jake when I felt a hand on my lower back. I flinched slightly.

"Its just me." Master Alkwood said. His hand stayed on my lower back pushing me along gently.

I heard the creaking of the huge main gate doors open. The doors only ever opened and closed twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night.

I had never been outside the gates. I knew that it must be beautiful though. Slaves sometimes ran away into a foresthe to get away from there masters, they always were caught and killed though. Thats what Master Frank told me.

I felt something different poking my feet. It didn't feel bad, like the needles did. It actually felt really good. A small smile formed on my lips. I curled my toes into it as I walked along.

"You slut! Why are you smiling?! You are ugly, disgraceful,and ignorant! You have no right to smile you ugly whore!" I felt a hard slap go across my face.

I didn't smile again.

I felt the small poking's change to old hard wood. I was going into the transport box. I felt master Alkwoods hand leave my back as I was pushed into the box.

"I will see you soon 977501. Sleep well."