Chapter Two
Legs spread, arms chained; I can't say I have ever felt so degraded as I did right then. They looked like vultures, circling their prey; me. Pulling on the restraints was a waste of energy, I knew, but still I pulled until I felt like my wrists were about to break. The blonde one had to physically still me, because the only thing I knew right then was that I would rather be anywhere but there right then. I knew what they had planned for me wasn't going to be comfortable for me at all.
'I was right', I thought to myself as I watched a man with silver gravity defying hair walked from behind the curtain into our little… area. In his hand he held a needle… the ones I've seen in tattoo parlours, like the one that was used to print the tattoo of the kanji love, Ai, on my mid-back in red. Just a small one, but meant a whole deal to me.
My eyes wide, I began doubling my struggling efforts as I realised what came next; the Master's tattoos are imprinted onto the Slave's wrists. As I had two Master's, it would hurt twice as much, having t soothe two wrists instead of one. I once saw a Slave in the street with her Master's' tattoos all up her arms, 10 at least. Though she looked like she didn't mind in the least that she had that many Master's, if her demeanour said anything; flirting with everyone she saw.
I wasn't like that, I didn't want to be marked this way, or at all. I was nobody's slave, and I would make sure they knew that!
With renewed vigour I clenched and unclenched my fists, feeling the steel surrounding my wrists begin to give.
Even as a child I have always had inhuman strength, from my mother's side. And now was as good a time as ever to put that strength to use. My muscles tensing and relaxing, I knew would have caught the attention of the people around me, but what I didn't expect was two arms to come down on each wrist, keeping them still as I felt a needle begin burning my left wrist making me cry out even as I felt a numbing sensation begin to spread throughout my body. With wide eyes I realised that the pinch I had felt only seconds before was the doctor pushing some sort of clear liquid into my system through a needle which was making my entire system numb. A memory surfaced in my mind as I noticed I could feel the needles tattooing ink into my skin but felt no pain, only the pressure. The memory was of me a few years ago listening in on some of the rich folks in the village, they were talking about a numbing drug that cost quite a whole deal for slave masters, if they were ever compassionate enough to numb the pain of their slaves' receiving the tattoo imprint.
I would never have thought that these two men to either side of me would ever care enough for me, a random stranger they bought at a slave auction, to pay that much to numb my pain. To say I felt nothing would be a lie, but I just couldn't put a name to what I was feeling.
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All too soon, I felt some sort of material wrap around my body and felt the pressure on my stomach as someone lifted me over their shoulder again. The numbing sensation still hadn't disappeared, and it seemed to have adverse effects on the consciousness of the patient as I felt myself slipping in and out of sleep. Awake one minute, seeing myself being lifted into a limo, and asleep the next. Only waking up for moments later when I was placed onto a bed that I figured had to be soft, only I couldn't feel it through the numbing sensation that was slowly leaving my system.
With only slight awareness I heard movement around me, before everything went silent, a door clicking somewhere in my subconscious hearing before I felt the darkness pull me under and this time, I didn't wake up until hours later when the dawn of the next day was only just peeking over the horizon.
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I awoke warm and refreshed, like I hadn't slept that soundly for a very long time, and yeah, I probably hadn't truthfully, what with all the hiding from the slave traders. Which reminded me… where was I?
Looking around I noticed I was in a dark bedroom, lying in a bed that I noticed was indeed very soft and comfortable, like I was sleeping cocooned in warmth. Spotting a door I slipped as quietly as I could out of the bed and made my way to it. Stretching out a hand I was inches away from the doorknob before I noticed the tattoo on my wrist. An orange swirl… The Uzumaki swirl.
Lifting up my other wrist to eyelevel I noticed with a sinking heart that another tattoo adorned my opposite wrist. The Uchiha fan, black, red, blue and white.
Fan-fucking-tastic, I was officially marked. I was a slave. Realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and I leaned against the wall next to the door and slipped to the ground, and for the first time in a long time I let myself cry.
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Well another chapter is done and dusted. Slightly all over the place I think, but I would love some reviews anyway. XD