The heel of her hands pressed hard against the old, unvarnished
wood, of the window sill, while fingers dug in, splinters sliding
under nails, to keep purchase. Another sharp tug at her middle,
and it was another few millimeters smaller. A foot pressed
against her bottom. "Stop breathing!" She expelled that least
vestige of air her lungs might possibly contain, and they managed
another millimeter or two. "Hold still." Like she was going to
dance a jig when she could not breath.
Bent over, stretched out, with a boot print on her
derriere, she looked out the window of the nicest Inn, in which
they could find available space. Given that they had arrived in
the middle of Festival, the nicest place they could find was just
a couple of steps above flea-bitten whore hovel, a step down from
seedy merchant Inn, with a glorious view of the slave market.
They were bringing on a group of slaves, that were
meant to be sold together: an adult male, three adult females,
and two preadolescents, whom which it was hard to tell the
gender. Normally, the largest groups sold together, were two,
rarely three. The very young and the older slaves could not do
the same work as an adolescent or strong adult, so it seemed only
fair trade to auction multiples at the rates of prime singles.
She watched in boredom, as the group was lead to the
center of the dais, heads lowered, stripped naked, lashed
four-point, and then chained together. It crossed her mind to
wonder why it was this group was being sold together, but she did
not let the thought linger for long. Despite the fact that she
had come to the city to seek a reprieve from her father's
constant harping on her how women should not worry their minds
with studies and thoughts, and women should not ruin their soft,
delicate constitutions with the warrior games of men, she
reverted back to the old habit of not letting any thought stick
with her for long. Silently, she cursed her parents. They had
trained her too well, to staunch her intellectual curiosity, to
the point that even when she was escaped from them, she played
the dumb female. She forced her concentration back on the scene
below, as her two Lady's maids, busied themselves with primping
and dressing her.
The bidding was getting fevered. Even over the
raucous Festival crowds she could hear the bids being called out,
and see the bidders jumping and gesturing at each other madly.
What was so special about this group? Why were they being sold
together? What made the people so rabid to acquire them?
At that moment, time slowed down. The male turned
and looked up, looked at her. His eyes, wild and
penetrating, met hers through the disheveled tangle of his dark
hair. He bared his teeth, and the sun reflected a glint of
fangs. Wolf they were auctioning off a family of werewolves.
She threw open the window, and leaned out, shouting
above the crowd, "I will double any bid anyone makes"
Hundreds of heads slowly turned upward toward her, falling as
silent as such a crowd can get. Her maids were saying something
to her, but she could not bother to hear them. Her mind was
trapped in the eyes of the male Wolf. She barely registered
something being thrown over her. The world was still shifting at
a perpetually decelerating pace. The auctioneer pointed to her,
"Sold to the nearly naked Lady in the Window, for two hundred
Time rushed back to normal speed, so quickly she
swayed slightly with vertigo. Standing up, she brought herself
back in the window, realizing now what had been tossed over her
was the bed covering. She had been leaning out the window in
nothing save her corset, stockings, and short under-dress. She
was just about to turn red with embarrassment, when her maid said
something, which caused her to realize she had more problems than
being seen by hundreds, maybe thousands of people in her
"Oh! My Lady! Your father is going to have a fit!"
She stretched out, feeling every muscle in her body react and
comply. Her back arched slightly, her head low to the ground,
eyes forward, crouched down and ready to pounce. She relished
the feel of her own movement. Ears piqued, searching for the
slightest whisper of displaced wind. Her heart told her, he was
near. Her nose confirmed it. Deeply, her lungs breathed in his
aroma, causing her mouth to salivate. She could taste blood and
smell sex, and it thrilled her beyond reckoning. She willed her
body to be still, but it would have no part of such irrational
thoughts. She stretched and curled, and undulated. The need was
building deep in her belly, and screaming to get out.
He was near. He was … moving! Something dropped
suddenly behind her and she was trapped. Teeth sank into her
neck and a heavy, muscular body pinned her. She wanted this, but
she - Panicked.
She woke with a start, still feeling the hot breath on her
throat, feeling the warmth of flesh pressing down on her, her
nostrils filled with a smell she could not even describe. She
could barely control her breathing, as her heart tried to pound
out of her chest.
Her maids stirred as she sat up in the bed, but she shushed
them back to sleep. She had tried to find another Inn to stay
in, but there just was nothing available. She could not even let
another room in this one, so she had made her maids give up their
bed, for the new comers. They were none to happy with having
slaves in their bed, when the new acquisitions should be glad
just to have a roof over there head, and a spot to sleep on the
floor should be greatly appreciated. The Lady had insisted
though, so the maids were sharing her bed and the six slaves
squeezed into the smaller bed.
The slaves did not appear to mind the cramped space. They
huddled together, seeming to find some kind of comfort in the
nearness of the others. The elder females curled around and laid
over the dominant male, on one end of the bed, while the two
younger, male and female as it turned out, slept entangled
together in a ball, at the feet of the older ones.
She had them washed up, as soon as the transaction was
completed, and clothed. Others may prefer their slaves naked, or
mostly so, to show that they were beneath even being considered
human, but it was not the way she had been raised. Her eldest
brother, who had been more of a parent to her, than her parents,
had always told her that they might be property, but they were
also people and she should never forget that. This was usually
followed by a lecture about how fate can have cruel twists, and
how many of the slaves we own were once noblemen in their own
countries before they were conquered. Her father, though not
kind to slaves, was far less cruel than some of his
Don't forget they are also human … but were they … these five
"Be careful, Mi'Lady. These are wild beasts, this lot.
Never have that silver band removed from their ankles. It keeps
them tame, and keeps them human. Powerful magic in those bands,
and if removed it escapes. They can't be just put back on. And
don't let one of those animals be biting anyone. You know that
is how they turn good, honest folk like you and me into the likes
of them." The slaver had warned.
She had heard tales of werewolves, but had never seen any in
person. They were either rare, or very good at staying hidden
from humans. Despite her naivety on the subject, she did know
better than believing their bite could turn a person. Her
education was enough to know one had to be born one of their
kind, you could not become one. The story of a Were's bite
changing a person, was probably started by the wolves,
themselves, to discourage people from coming too close. She did
however spend the extra money for the anklets. She was not sure
how the change happened, or when, but she was not going to take
any chances, no matter how badly gouged on the price she was.
She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the dream. She
was about to lie back down and try to sleep again, when the small
hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. He was watching her.
She could not see him in the darkness, but she could feel those
eyes on her. Why was he watching her? Was he planning his
escape and through her death? What must he think of her? And
why did she care?
She laid back down in the bed, trying to ignore the
penetrating eyes, peering at her through the darkness. She would
just ignore him and go back to sleep. She had nothing to worry
about. They were all securely restrained, so they could not get
out of the bed or even separated from each other, much less
across the room to her.
She would busy her mind with other things until she had such
thoughts out of her mind enough to sleep. She would plan out her
day tomorrow. They could not stay in this cramped room. With no
Inns available, she would have no alternative, then to go
knocking on the doors of the local nobles, residing in the city.
There were more than a few of them that were beholden to her
father, and she was sure she they would gladly give her and her
maids and slaves an apartment in their homes, for the season, at
least, especially, if she were to shower them with the right
gifts as token thanks for their hospitality. Yes, that is what
she would do.
A low, quiet growl floated across the room, and into her
mind. There would be no more sleep tonight.