I have nothing. I am nothing. Thatw as what I was told back then, now even. Perhaps I am nothing....I haven't smiled for such a long time...in fact, when was the last time I had smiled? I did'nt have anything because...when I was 2 years old I was left on a black market.
My family left me to die, I would have been better dead anyway. After all they were a chinese family escaping their death sentance from killing their own master. I wish I could have died then enter this current pathetic state, to stand in a cage with chains...I wonder what could be worse then this?
I was just standing there pure naked with a scroll hanging from my neck,I was worth 20 gold denarius's.(Us 4000 dollars) I looked to my feet and closed my eyes. "I wish they would already kill me,I hate this." I thought as I heard thousands of people gather around the small group of slaves on auction. People here do not treat Slaves like humans,they just use us as tools...it didn't matter to them, we are not classified as humans, we are just slave. I was drowning in the looks they gave me, Pitaful,disgusting,useless,unwanted, and meaningless, that is what their faces told me, and I knew very well it was all true.
The host of the auction was presenting us one by one. Then when he got to me he said "Number 37! Her name is Felicity! She is extremly fast working with hands,Quiet, obediant, and beautiful! She can not hold her tounge,She speaks for her mind as if she was worth something..." I shot him and the people looking at me, a angry glare, Oh how I wished I could run away and drown in my humilation! He gave me a simple smirk, but under that I knew he was a cold heartless monster, "...She has a bit of a temper, she sometimes will ignore you, but nothing a good whipping can't fix, and she can't cook." I wanted to yell at all of them through the wooden bars,cry,scream, or something! But the ropes prevented me to do so. Oh how I despised all of those who were bidding, their putrid souls...such cruelness.
I was praying that if I am bought at least make it someone who would only yell insults, no more abuse and forced sex...I then heard someone murmer something under the crowds wispers and yells. I heard strong words, yet slightly kind, "I will trade with some of my Spices!" I looked up Gladiter, Gladiters were anything but compassionate and gentle...they murdered others to be payed... their murders are entertainment to these beastly,horrifying people...they were the ones that are digusting.He had blond hair that was slicked back neatly and cold icy blue eyes with some sort of warm emotion underneath his gaze to me.
I was going to cry. I only knew my father was a Gladiator and that he didn't want a child, thats why he abandoned my mother, and my mother sold me... I held back my tears. I can't let them see my tears, I will not show them my weakness, I will not give in to their cruelness. "Yes,Yes of course!! Would you like to inspect your product?" the words 'Product' echoed in my head. Then suddenly his face was in front of mine and he asked "May I?" He asked the host, gesturing to open the lock to inspect me closer with his hands. When the host opened the lock I noticed the blond gladiater was slightly blushing when the door opened, when he could see my full body, I wanted to die in shame right there.
I waited for him to harrass me in some sort of way.But nothing,I opened my eyes and out of confusion lookign at him. He looked at my body from the sides and the back but never from the front, I felt heat spreading across my face like wildfire in the woods. "Is he being...bashful?" I thought to my astonishment. Then he walked out and coughed and said "I will purchase her." I then was shocked. He used 'her' instead of 'this'. He was a strange man.
The host took my chains and handed them to the Gladiater. I was surprised when the gladiator looked away from my body and started walking. I almost tripped on my feet because of exaustion. He the mumbled something I barely caught "...B...B-Be careful..." I was at a loss for words for what he had said. Masters wouldn't care at all about their slaves, we are just their loyal slve, and if we disobey, we die.
I nodded and said quietly "...O...k...". When we had arrived to his hut, I was amazed to see his house was beautiful, yet gave a strong warrior feeling. He then said "Do you like it?" I then realized he was asking me. I quickly nodded and spat out " Y-yes...It's very nice....master..." I closed my eyes in humilation. I did'nt want call him master. Apparently he could tell I was uncomfortable calling him master he spoke up "Yes...well you don't have to call me master you know..." I looked at him confused. "Pardon master...?" He sighed and brought me in his hut.
He brought me to my room and I saw some clothes presented for me. It was a simple white dress . It was fairly good quality, I would say it would be even silk! But that would be impossible, Servants would never be given such high quality attire. When I finished dressing and tying up my dress. He came in, "D-Do you have any questions...?" He asked sheepishly I nodded and looked at him "...Yes. Master, I was wondering what my job is...?"
He then sat down and said "Don't you know what your good at?" I shook my head and replied "I'm sorry ,but you are my master so it is up to you to decide" He sighed and looked at me "Listen, you don't need to call me master." I then asked "...What may I call you then...?" He looked at me in the eyes and smiled. I found his smile so very acttractive, Of course I would never admit that to myself.
"Ludwig, My name is Ludwig."