"Welcome to the Slave Market. Choose the woman, or man, you'd like to take home with you. But be warned, each is pricey, depending on age and stance." A middle aged man, who looked a bit older than he actually was..stress, probably, spoke loudly, then letting in all the buyers.
Anthony Padilla, village rich-man. He owned much land, many company's across his country..he was doing well for a 25 year-old. He'd never had a slave before, so he was a bit eager to find just the right one. He walked down the dark concrete hallway, anticipation filling his veins as he looked around, gazing and glaring at many men and women, chained, backing away as he passed into the dark abyss of their locked chambers. Anthony felt a brush of guilt tickle his mind, but shook it off before he could accept it.
Footsteps and whimpering from the chained prisoners was all that could be heard at this point. Sounds of misery and pleading almost hurt Anthony...almost. He was quite cold hearted, having grown up with no Mother, and a father who only used him for work. ..He doesn't speak to him much anymore. He started an empire without him, he needed empowerment..he needed control. Anthony was a dominant guy, what could he say?
Walking slowly, hands in pockets of black silk dress jacket, made of the finest material in his area he could find. He looked like a true royalty in this room filled with rugged peasants. He smiles to himself, knowing he was above all. It felt good.
Passing many men and women, Anthony spotted a short, rugged, thick young man..about his age, he guessed. He slowly stopped in front of him, shoes creasing on the floor. "..Tell me your name, servant." Anthony ordered, watching the fear in the young mans eyes, as he looked down. "..Ian, sir." Voice shaky..and scared. Anthony was happy he could have that effect on these slaves. Ian..what a beautiful name.. But of course Anthony couldn't show that emotion here.. he needed to remain powerful. "How old are you, slave?" Anthony spat. Ian kept his arms straight on his sides, skin dirty, hair messy, looking of a brushed bowl-fringe. It looked as though he hadn't bathed in weeks..which was probably true. "..I am 25, sir." Anthony scratched his chin, he was right. The lad was his age, although he was a lot smaller, and more innocent looking.
Anthony was toned, dark, and powerful. Yet this small..powerless young man, was the same age, but couldn't compare. "I am Sir Padilla. I own a powerful empire, and I possess many luxuries. " Anthony started, gazing at the shorter boy. "Look up at me, peasant." Slowly the young boy looked up at Anthony, eyes filled with fear and longing. ..Anthony couldn't help but notice how..beautiful, his eyes were. The brightest blue he'd ever seen on a boys orbs. Could even be compared to the finest of crystals.. which of course Anthony owned many, so he'd know. "You will look at me when I talk to you, got that?" Anthony spat. "..Yes, Sir Padilla." Anthony was tall, so it was no wonder people were so afraid of him.
"..I will take this one." Anthony turned around, shouting at the Market instructor. "..As you wish, Sir Padilla." The man walked over, bowing weakly, unchaining the blue eyed slave.
Anthony walked down the dark hallway, paying no attention to the begging people around him, keeping eyes locked on the door ahead, the instructor guiding Ian down the hallway roughly, Ian looking down, walking beside Anthony. Ian couldn't help but glance at the stunning 25 year old. He was truly stunning. ..He'd heard of Sir Padilla already, of course. The whole village knew of him. He was basically royalty. He came from a chain of successful business men, and he was very powerful and respected. Although, that is all Ian knew of him. The rest was unknown, but yet to know.
