I was pushed out into the stage in front of about 50 men and wemon wearing masks. The back part of the room where the people stood was darker than the rest. All the slaves on the stage where naked and clean. We were all men. The slave master pushed me forward, my hands bounded by shackles. I looked down at my feet as the host called my number and the bids began.
100
200
"10,000" a voice spoke. I raised my head to some man at the back. It was too dark to see him. 10,000, was I really worth that much?
"Sold!" The host yelled as I was pushed down the stairs of the stage. I was taken to the back and I was clothed. They put me in slightly dirty rags and I was taken out side.
It was the early Victorian times. That is all I knew. I was pushed to the dirty state of the London streets. A carriage arrived and stopped in front of me. A tall, well built man got out and threw a big bag of money at one of the slave masters. "Take off those shackles" the tall man ordered. Was he my master now?
The slave master undid the shackles and walked back into the building with the bag of money. I looked up to the man.
"You may call me Master or Sir. You will do only what I say and only that. You may speak if I give you permission. When I ask a question, you answer. Do you understand?"
I nodded and bowed "yes, Master" I stood straight and looked at him.
"Good boy" he said. "Get inside" he pointed to the carriage. My bare feet padded against the cold pavement as I walked over and got into the carriage. He sat across from me and closed the door as he then hit the roof twice with his cane. The carriage started to move.
I could feel his eyes burning into me. "What is your name?"
I looked up at him. "My name is Clive, sir"
He nodded, "How old are you?"
"I turn seventeen in a week, sir"
"How long have you been with those men?"
"In the slave industry, sir?"
"Yes, Clive"
The slave industry...they stole me away from my dying family. I was four. I've been like this, prisoned and tought how to pleasure and obey both men and women.
"Since I was four years of age, sir"
We bumped along the road as it was built unevenly. We sat in a comfortable silence. He stares at me. "Get undressed"
I looked up at him, surprised. I didn't hesitate. I had to obey. I slowly got undressed, feeling the cool air hit my skin.
I folded the raggy clothes and placed them beside me. I sat on the seat, my hands over my junk. I started to shiver slightly.
He looked me over. "Move your hands" I did I was told, resting my hands on my thighs. He reached his gloved hand towards me. He pushed my thigh, opening my legs.
He smiled with delight. He reached back and handed me some clothes. Is was a white shirt, black pants, shoes and black braces to keep my pants up. He then gave me a black over coat. I've never been in clothes this fancy.
"Put them on" he ordered. He watched as I got dressed. He smiled softly as we stopped.
