My sweet pet...

Chapter 2 - The market

Andrew P.O.V

I sat up and shaked my head. It had only been a dream. A dream from a very, very old memory. Beside me laid Sebastian on the ground and looked like he also had a dream something that didn't seem too nice. With a deep sigh, I sat up and thought I about what I just dreamed. About my sister, my family, about my trip here... Everything had happened so fast and I still don't really know how I ended up here... The only thing I knew was that I hated it so dame much. I saw through the bars that kept us locked up. Most people, and I guess animals slept. "Andrew you should do the same," I whispered quietly to myself. "It will be a long day tomorrow."

Screams woke us up and told us to stand up. It was time. People men and women, boys and girls were here for one purpose: to be sold to high and rich people, people that was like demons or whatever was out there. We were trained hard by some special guards and there weren't many who had their own will left. They didn't have that special twinkle in thier eyes. I myself had been sold several times, but it didn't take long until I was back. There was always something they complained. (But clearly it could probably just as well be my own fault and my strong desire to be free. To be free to do what ever I wished...), Sebastian, my best friend had only had one owner before, but had as well like me ended up back here after several years. Today was what we called auction. We were put up in a row in a long corridor. Somewhere in the distance I heard water dripping down and landed against the stone floor. I heard people started coming in upstairs and the atmosphere down here was starting to get tense.

"Okay, this is it!" Scream one of the guards, and shortly thereafter that began the bidding.

I felt calm and when Sebastian turned his head to look at me with a worried face, I gave him a smile. None of us liked to be here and we would do almost anything to get away.

"Think of something nice," I said to him.

"Okay."

The row of people walked quickly forward and soon it was Sebastian's turn. I gave him a pat on the shoulder before he was with a deep sigh went up to the stage. The bidding went high and I wished him good luck in my head. The guard pulled hard in my chains and I bit my lipa to not bite high.

"It's your turn, 395."

I swallowed and went up on stage. The light hit me and I couldn't see anything. Spokesman began by telling a little short about me, and soon did 

my bidding start. But I wasn't listened anymore, and I felt nauseous. Probably wasn't the price high enough for the auction staff because before I knew it, I was off the stage and pulled away by a guard. He took me through a corridor, as I very well knew. I pulled against the chains. I didn't want to go there.

"Why are we here? I haven't done anything wrong..."

The guard turned and gave me a hard slap on the cheek.

"Never ask, you worthless human!" he said loudly and angrily. He drag hard at chains again.

I knew what was going to heppend and I would hate every minute of it. The guard chained my arms high in the wall, forcing me to stand on tiptoe. The whip hit me hard across my already scarred back. I gritted my teeth and dreamed myself away.

I must have fainted, for the next time I opened my eyes I found myself in a cell again. My throat was dry and the pain was almost more than I could take. My back felt as if it would burn up and since we could not wash ourselves more than once a week so the wounds would certainly be infectious. I wouldn't be surprised if I were to die here and soon. No one had wanted me during the auction when they saw the long scar that went across my chest. The guards will win me over... I thought, and curled up into a ball. But how hard I tried I couldn't get the pain to go away or get any warmer. I was so cold I was shaking. For every thrill that came down my back, pain was felt from my back. I know I'm a man and that I should be strong and sustainable. I shouldn't accept to be treated like this and I shouldn't be afraid. But the truth was that I was scared. So scared. I didn't want to die. I didn't want go to the auction just to end up with someone else who could torture me until I died. A few tears was falling down from my eyes as memories from the past back and forth inside me and I must have eventually fallen asleep ...