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Anita.

Ah-nee-ta.

It was never easy.

She could never breathe without feeling pain, a mild thud in her chest like someone had punched her.

It was never fun.

She could never laugh, never be cheerful.

She had to be strong.

That was her job.

Anita raised her head.
Today was the day.

The only day she could be free.

For an instant, she was free.

She climbed onto the back of the black-and-white Gypsy Vanner mare she loved - a mare named Arget.

Silver.

She patted the mare's neck and soft blue eyes rolled up to meet strange brown ones.

And Anita knew peace.

She squeezed her knees, securing her sword to her side a little more firmly, tying her hair back a little tighter, keeping her chin higher.

She flicked eyes around, grinning.

Time to run.

[CrimsonMoon]

Hmmm... Lemme see if this works xP)

As she rode, a large walled city rose from the planes and reared above her. A nameless city merely known as the 'Market Place' where one could by everything. From exotic pets to bread to fine silks to slaves... This was the city of dreams that only money could guarntee... Perhaps... She could find what she wished here?

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Anita looked pleased.

The coin purse at her hip jingled and she felt a little pleasure.

Time to shop.

She trotted into the market, looking around.

Bright, beautiful colors.

Perfect.

She grinned.

"I'd like blue, please."

Her accent...
It would remind one of...

England.

[CrimsonMoon]

" New slaves! New slaves! Brought from around the known worlds and beyond! Hardy men! Beautifil women!! All for your pleasure and content!!" A voice yowls over the roaring of the market, the large colorful fabrics that hung from the rafters of a bazaar hailed all that came... Beond the fabrics, a crowd gathered beneath a stage where the large man called

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Anita turned her head.

Slaves.

That was an evil, evil word.

She gently turned her horse around and Arget reacted strongly, stepping towards the market area.

"I'd like all of them!"

Anita's voice carried.

And everyone shut. Up.

Amazing what power could do.

[CrimsonMoon]

Silence greeted her," Mistress.. That means i can ask you to pay what i wish... Each slave must be paid for and haggled..."

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He was gifted with a serene smile.

"Sir, would thirty ounces a woman and twenty ounces a man work for you? Silver for the women, gold for the men."

Anita paused.

"And I shall carry them home on my own."

[CrimsonMoon]

" On one horse?" The auctioneer laughs loudly," Mi'lady, it's not POSSIBLE, they will die ln the march, we are nowhere close to anywhere!!"

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Her face seemed to reform.

She growled softly - and it was not a pleasant sound.

"I apologize that you doubt my resources. Sir, I asked for the slaves. I gave reasonable prices."

Her eyes darkened - hard to do when your eyes are almost black.

They seemed to turn black, making the gold and silver flecks become more prominent.
Her lips, thick and moist, tilted up in a near-cruel smile.

"Do you ask for a different price?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" For such an offer i must ast all gold for both genders, your ladyship, this shipment is made up of fourteen slaves all together..." He crosses his arms," But do what you wish when the money is ours

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Anita paused.

"Very well. Twenty gold for the men, thirty gold for the women."

She climbed off of Arget, who shifted closer to her but made no move to follow.

"I would like to see them, please."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Please follow me, ma'am," The slaver motions for her to come ip to the stage

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Anita stepped onto the stage.

Her hair was left to curl wildly around her face, and her ebony eyes darted here, there.

Her skin gleamed like fresh cream in the sunlight.

Her strange scars, tattoos flashed.

Her dressings were simple but drop-dead gorgeous.

Black leather pants.

Black boots.

Black corset top with red lacings.

She looked like some sort of goddess.

But, no.

She was just a queen.

She lifted her head and peered around the crowd.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Can you stop staring down my goddamn customers and follow me?" The man rolls his eyes and opens a curtain for her," Or else they'll start bartering for you,"

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Anita laughed.

It was like public foreplay - exotic, erotic, teasing the air, stroking it.

She glanced behind herself and sighed.

"But I set such a high price, sir, that I don't think anyone out there could manage to afford me."

She hinted.

She always hinted - it worked well for her.

"Now... Can I please see the women first?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Come on back, and i'll show you, 'sweetheart'," he replies, his eyes narrowin dangerously as he spoke, obviously not a patient man...

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Anita sighed softly.

"Sir, no n-"

She stopped herself as she saw the female slaves.

Oh, god.

She remembered doing this, being here.

Anita blinked back the memories and smiled.

"Hello. I'm your new mistress. I'm Anita." Her name was carefully pronounced - exotic, definitely. She was not born a Taragyen. That was a duh.

"Ma'am, what is your name?" She gestured to a woman with pale hair, dark skin, and soft, scared eyes.

"L-Lilian, my lady."

"You need no fear, Lilia." She smiled.

"Yes, m'lady."

[CrimsonMoon]

Further down the line, the very last of the girls and most likely the youngest was a strawberry burnette haired girl with beautiful oldive skin imprinted with swirling gold tattoois, she had to be no more then 17. But she stared at the ground, her gaze blank and like a mask... A beautiful... Beautiful mask... It was clear that she was just reaching womanhood yet her curves were coming in quite smoothely, the slavers would have made several fortunes off of her

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Anita gazed down the line, asking names. Everyone seemed to cheer up once she had passed them.

"And you. What is your name?"

She had reached the brunette, some of her tattoos showing.

It wasn't easy to hide them, or the scars.

[CrimsonMoon]

"..." The girl's grey eyes slowly lift to her face,".... Slaves don't have names," she whispers eventually, her voice having an odd yet comforting sing song quality to it