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THE BAKER'S DAUGHTER - LUKE imagine

To say you were unlucky would be an under statement. Luck was never in your stars and you were always punished for being who you are.

You were born into the Y/L/N Family, a family that owned the bakery in the town centre, with mould growing out of the walls and the gaping holes in the wooden floors, business there was rare, something your family couldn't afford. As an only child, you were destined to be the blame. Your father convinced your mother that you were a bad luck charm and at the tender age of 12, you father began beating you for his failures. What started off with a ear pinch ending up you being thrown down the wooden stairs.

"Father please.." You'd cry, begging for his hand to release your raw skin as you used your own hands to claw yourself free.

"You filthy bitch, you're the reason this business fails! Why I haven't killed you yet is a mystery!" You father shouted back, slapping your sunken face over and over.

When it stopped, when the cruel man who you called your father released you, you'd count you blessings. You had bread to eat. You had a home to live in. You had clothes that fit you. You had a healthy life backing you all the way.

You'd fall asleep after the beatings, your body weak from the abuse.

You woke up the next morning, your purple and black bruises eating away at your skin, your hair a knotted mess. You swung your legs carefully out of the bed and dresses in the baker's uniform you wore when you looked after the business; a simple grey dress with a white apron over the top paired with brown loafers.

After pulling your hair into a messy bun, you walked down the stairs you'd been pushed down many times to see that your father was at the counter making business deals with a man in purple robes.

"Ah, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N, come here darling." Your father put on his sweet voice for the visitors but you could sense the sourness littered in the old man's breath.

"She's fine." The man eyed you up and down, making you want to hide. The man's little hair and plump stomach told you he was well off and the delicate robes showed you the power he held.

"My Duke, my daughter is perfect for the annual sale, it would be an honour to place her forward." Your Father pushed you forward and you began shaking in fear.

The annual sale was a dangerous place. Business men from all over Kamben met in the King's court to sell off their servants, however, the worse you were the cheaper you were sold for which meant many women and young girls were sold into prostitution. But, men from the middle and low class could also attend these sellings, selling off their own daughters or family members they couldn't afford any more. 

"She's be worth only 500 kams." He said, discussing the realms money.

"I'd take it." You father whipped.

"Done, little lady, lets go." The Duke grabbed your arm and you screamed, naturally from the attacks your father laid on you. Desperately trying to get free, the Duke pushed you into the back of a horse drawn carriage and slammed the door shut, leaving you in total darkness.

The next few days were torture. All auctionees were placed in tiny cells in the local prison, a small 3ft by 5ft cell for each person; a bucket in the corner and hay littered on the stone floor housed rats that squeaked through the whole time you were slammed behind the cold bars.

All the male guards were free to pick who they'd like, taking a girl and touching her whether she'd want to or not so that they could recieve the rewards. It was made worse by the fact these girls had their hands tied above their heads and their feet tied down on a wooden table in front of everyone there; each girls cries made worse when the male slaves started touching themselves over the horrific scenes being revealed in front of them.