Beautiful Disaster

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      I elbowed my way through the loud, bustling crowd, flinching as I passed a particularly bad smelling person. Iwas headed towards the auction, but having a rougher time than usual getting there. I huffed angrily and shoved through the noisy bartering that was going on at the market, declining a sample for some new product the salesman was shoving in my face. I sighed in relief when the stairs that led to the auction finally came into view and climbed up them rather hurriedly. I needed a slave.

      Earth had changed over the centuries. We had divided into territories, forgetting the petty states and provinces. I was currently in the 'United States,' although it's never called that anymore, in the Eastern Territory was more specific, and that's where I was.

      Women were treated like scum, in every territory, but in some places, they were only kept around for pleasure. Some of the lands had leaders, and it was generally more peaceful if he was able to maintain the laws, and most of them did, but some of them just sat around, oblivious to what was happening in their kingdom. Here, if you had a disagreement, you fought it out.

      I'm female. I've had to hide my feminism for a very long time. I have dark brown hair that i've always kept cropped short and dark gray eyes. I also have to wear two very tight-fitting undershirts, and  a baggy, long sleeved shirt over those.Then, to top it off, a sturdy jacket. I blend in pretty well. I also wear fingerless gloves, it hides the fact that I have feminine hands, and it also allows me to pick up things that I don't necessarily want to touch. At the moment, i'm not in the cleanest place. Earth has developed some nasty strains of sickness, viruses, and disease.

      I also have powers, and they've been growing greatly over the past two months. That's the reason I needed a slave, but one that I could trust. I've been looking for others who are like me, but with no luck so far. I needed a slave who would pretend to be my master so I could enter the territory where women are enslaved. You had to have a woman with you when you entered those lands, so I obviously could not get in on my own. There was no way that I would buy a woman and maker her my slave, but I felt the same aversion to buying a male.  I shook my head and convinced myself that there was no other way.

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