"Into Slavery"
By Gwen, aka Southbaydog
Category: Beginnings/Endings - "I abandon you to your sorry fate"
Word Count: 500
"I abandon you to your sorry fate," says the man in white, as he slams shut the door of the cage, though his demeanor evokes no sign of sincerity - rather the opposite, in fact, as he smiles smugly.
Her heart beats, blood coursing through her veins. Her body cannot tell flight from fight, rage from passion, fright from excitement. The physical manifestations are all the same. The slave girl in the stalls feels them all.
Who will be her master? She should not be here; no, she was not born a slave, but into slavery she fell, unwillingly, though it no longer matters what her will is or was. Her destiny is that of the highest bidder.
And the bidders come, mostly men, to spectate and purchase for pleasure according to their own personal specifications. There are window-shoppers too, those who haven't the means or inclination to buy today but enjoy the spectacle all the same.
She has never experienced servitude; her circumstances are impossible but must be endured if life is to continue. Each man could hold the key to her future, but she was raised on the ideal of self-determination. No man would ever be her master, and slavery she thought was a thing of the past.
She cannot bear being up there for all to see and examine, evaluating each and every asset, each and every flaw. She wants to be found superb and end up treated kindly, placed in a respectable home, but most of all, she does not want to be there at all. However, there is no choice, and she must will herself to submit as required.
If she is lucky, the man who chooses her will recognize that she is a person of inalienable identity jettisoned into slavery, yet still a human worthy of respect and perhaps even love. But the man who buys her may treat her as the slave she is: he may beat her because of her lack of competence, or he may whip her for his own pleasure.
She thinks back on the precepts she was taught: we make our own luck; therefore, it is up to her to meet the eyes of these men and choose which one will be her master. She must be proactive; she must be strong, or all is lost.
She must choose and give herself freely to a man she knows nothing of. She must trust her instincts and use telepathic force to compel him to choose her. She must choose wisely. She is a slave, but her future is in her own hands. Never has she been more powerless or powerful, and she is acutely aware of the contradiction.
The men stop and stare - she is scantily clad, so that they may readily see her physical assets (and defects) - are all taken with her petite beauty. But how can she tell which one will treat her well? She looks up and meets the pale aqua eyes of the man she has selected.
