The Blackest Market (Claude F. x Servant! Reader)

The Blackest Market - Part 1

They sold you. How could they sell you?! Their own daughter! They didn't want you, claimed you were a nuisance to take care not that you had turned 18. They could claim that you had run away, sure a search would start, and knowing you mother she would put on quite a show for the publicity. Your father would pretend to be valiant and talk about you like he spent every waking moment with you.

The thought of it made you sick. Your parents would waste countless peoples time to cash in on your disappearance, but no one would find you. You were a slave now, going to be auctioned off to some dirty old man or lazy farmer. Humans selling other humans, the thought seemed backwards to you.

The cart you had been forced into about 2 nights ago was rolling closer to its final destination. Your (hair color) strands flipping about as the cart shook. The road was clearly wore from countless trips. You looked up and shrunk back slightly, a dark aura coming from the forest you were about to enter.

You tried earlier to break the ropes that you were bound with, unfortunately all you got was rope burn, escape would have to wait for now.

One the cart with you were other children of various ages, and one or two adults, you didn't really care. You were all bound, your hands tied behind your back and your ankles bound. One of the children began to whimper a while ago, as if she knew, eventually she began to cry when the forest drew closer. The driver stopped to beat her silent. Ugly man.

You looked back at the forest, questioning it. You couldn't see into it, despite the entrance to the path being illuminated by the moon. You were staring at it long enough for one of the adults to satisfy your curiosity.

"It's the Blackest Market...They say, once you go in...you don't come out."

"Shut up bitch!" One of the drivers stood to whip her before sitting down and finishing her explanation. "The Blackest Market...it'sa demons market, that is. You're all ta be auctioned off ta tha highest bidda..AHAH!!!" He began laughing with no regard for the future of his passengers.

As you entered the forest, blackness, like heavy shadows engulfed you. The road beyond the entrance was paved. Brand new and even, so the cart shook less. The path was lined with illuminated skulls, meant to light the way no doubt.

Eventually you reached a enormous cave entrance, you could hear crowds to peoples voices coming from the inside. Demons wandered out and began looking at all the slaves. Some pointing and laughing, others taking bets on how much certain ones would go for, judging you like you were a piece of meat.

Unfortunately, that's all you were here for. Humans who get sold on the Blackest Market often end up as sustenance for demons. The Shinigami had no record of this place as its dealings took place in the Underworld. Humans died in silence, records going blank when their souls were consumed.

The demons looked human, you were surprised to see that they looked normal, you expected something a little more Sci-Fi. The binding on your feet was cut so you could walk to the auction house's back door. The demons throwing things at you as you lined up. You and several other children kicked at the demons, who simply laughed and wandered off to get a better view of the stage.

Once on the stage, escape seemed hopeless. You were surrounded by demons, but you wouldn't give up just yet. Your bonds had slipped loose a bit, giving you hope that you might escape this place yet.

The auction started, several small children were sold off, and then one of the adults, then finally you were ordered to step forward. You stared at the crowd, wondering which of the monsters you would end up with. Filthy, and disgusting men, there were a few women but they seemed to favor male humans.

"LET'S START THE BIDDING AT 300 hilns!" The auctioneer shouted out. 300...hilns? Whatever currency that was you were worth more than that, atleast that's what you thought.

Random demons began to call out, "350!...475!....520!..521!...Are you serious?! 530! 600!"

"Come on gents, she got good knees and long pretty hair, just perfect for tearing out or pulling on..not to mention her hips! She could pull a cart or satisfy ya!" The crowd began to roar in laughter as more bids were called out.

"700! 755!....830! 900!..Damn I can't go higher..." The auctioneer seemed disappointed in you, growling. He whipped your back causing you to scream, "See how well she screams folks!?" The crowd still seemed wary, you doubled over in pain.

"2000!" A final bid. you looked up and looked around, trying to pin point the person who last bid. The auctioneer seemed stunned.

"Ehhh...2000 hilns going once! Going twice!......SOLD! To the gentle man in the grey there..." The man who was mentioned stepped foreward to claim you. A grey shirt, black, open front sweater, black jeans, glasses, and golden eyes.

To Be Continued!!...