The Life of being a slave

Finally Sold

I sit on the dark dank floor. There is no bed, just a pot for a toilet and a sink which is really just a bowl of water. It's cold and my guards add to the pressure. They are large, muscled, stern men. I have never known a nice guard. A nice man would never take this job. They throw food on the ground, they beat us up and insult us. The one I have is a picture of stern perfection. He has defined features, and grey eyes. His hair is cropped neat and he looks straight ahead. Standard guard position. When a person doesn't move on, I look up. There is guy of about my age, which I think is 16 and a older man. The younger is cute and is a real hunky guy, it would be better if he wasn't shopping for slaves. The older one is grey and has a bold patch at the top of his head. They come in and retreat into the shadows.
"She's scared," The older one muses. Why would he care? Unless they went a bold girl they like the scared ones.
"Not worth it," The guard says in his clipped tone. As usual they want us to stay so they can continue tormenting us.
"I'll be the judge of that," The teenager says. He must be the one looking for a slave, at his age.
"So will I, I wont let you buy any slave," The older man says. He lifts my shirt and sees the U. He mutters something I can't hear under his breath. He turns to the guard.
"We're thinking about it, so don't her because We don't want a beaten up girl as a slave," And they leave me back to my thoughts.
About an hour later my old owners return and chain me up so much I can hardly breath. It is very annoying. The two return a hour later and they pay for me. The guard picks me up by my chains. I can hardly walk and stumble up. My legs feel like jelly underneath me and I cry out as I fall to the floor.