139 Welcoming the in-laws- Part 3 (2/2)

”Bound her mouth!” one of the guard spoke with a bland expression on his face.

”No, please! Why are you doing this?! I thought you cared!” she cried and the guard picked her up to speak lowly for her to hear which Heidi caught the words.

”You were a good fuck but don't forget that at the end of the day you are a measly slave and slaves are only good for that. I am doing you a favor so get inside right now,” the guard pushed her hand away from me before getting into the tent.

She caught sight of the broken expression the woman wore like she had been betrayed. She sniffed and let the guards bound her mouth. Giving her a sympathetic look, Heidi got inside the tent. The black market was noisy and wasn't for the decent folks unless he or she had a lot of money to command over the place. Once the stage was set, the auction began without a delay, one slave going up after another. Time to time, Heidi's heart would begin to beat as men, women and children as well were sold out from outside with the number of bid that went up along with the screams and cheers of the crowd. Even the ones that weren't going to buy anyone had huddled around to only look at the new goods the establishment was providing.

When the turn of the girl who had been crying before was sent out, the woman cast a desperate look around the tent before she was pulled on to the stage by the head guard. Time turned to run agonizingly fast the moment and Heidi had remember to breath before she would faint here. It was at that moment she heard the crowd go still and quiet, wondering what had happened like the rest of them, she craned her neck to see the guard carrying the girl in his arms while cursing under his breath.

”What happened?!” the guard whom Heidi had seen speaking to the girl came rushing towards the girl who had fainted. No she hadn't fainted, thought Heidi. Blood seeped through the girls mouth and Heidi was sure she had bitten her tongue to give herself an immediate death.

”I fucking told not to open any slaves mouth! That idiot costed us a slave, dammit!” the one who had brought her in exclaimed in frustration.

”B-but the bidders wanted to hear her speak,” another one came down.

”I'll take her. Continue with the rest,” the guard said taking hold of the dead girl in his arms. For the briefest moment she saw grief pass through his features, an explainable sorrow. The man noticing eyes of Heidi on him sent her a glare across the tent.

And then it was her turn. The guard pulled her chains roughly, pulling the chains so quickly that it made her stumble on the ground and she had to crawl a little on the ground before getting up on the stony stairs. As if a dead girl hadn't poured down the excitement from the viewers and bidders, black witches suddenly appeared out of nowhere when she had managed to place both her feet on the stage. The guard ducked and she fell on the stage too before the witch could get any of them. Pulling Heidi and the other slaves back in the carriage, the head guardsman of the slave announced quickly that all the bidders had to visit the establishment to collect their goods and with that they left the market.

Fortunate enough for Heidi, the day wasn't a damper as there was someone in the market who was passing by, who had recognized her from a far distance.