Creature Of A Broken Past (Undertaker x Reader)

Chapter 3: Marketed

When I had finally woken up, I had realized I was sitting in a small cage with my hands tied up. The lights were dim, and I noticed a crowd of people were surrounding me, wearing masks around their eyes.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, what you've all been waiting for!” I had no idea what was going on, and I was absolutely terrified. “I'm sure she'd make a lovely decoration, or a sweet little pet. You can keep her whole and healthy, or sell her for parts if you'd like.” Sell me for parts?! What in the world does he mean by that?!

“What's going on?! What is this?!” I frantically asked, but nobody answered me. I was scared for my life, and there wasn't anything I could do. I wanted nothing more than to see my parents again, my baby brothers, anything. Anyone! I hoped for anyone to find me and save me.

Why didn't I take my sword with me after my last lesson I had? The one time I forgot to take it with me, this happened! “The bidding shall begin now! We'll start with 1,000 guineas.”

“2,000!”

“3,000!”

“4,000!” Everyone kept placing their bids. A few more minutes go by before it ended with 9,400. By this point I was crying uncontrollably, terrified about what was going to happen to me. The people that took me earlier opened the cage and pulled me out. I was then dragged over to the person that won the bid, and we left the building.

“Please, sir. Let me go, I beg you!” I screamed out as loud as I could. “Oh no, you'll be coming with me! You are going to work for me from now on, and you will do everything I tell you to do. Or otherwise you will be punished. You don't want that to happen, now do you?”

For that next year and a half, I was forced to do anything and everything for him, no matter how dirty it was. I was forced to cook for him, even though I never knew how to cook. When it was terrible or it wasn't to his liking, I would get tortured. I had to clean up his mess, and he would do it on purpose. He would throw parties, and he made sure they would trash the place as much as they could for me to clean. When everybody would be drunk out of their minds, they would get inappropriate with me. Every time I would fight them off, even though they would all beat me for it. I would be lucky if I was even given 1 meal a day, and even then they would be scraps of food that were left over.

I had hoped and prayed for somebody to find me every day and every moment, though nobody ever did. I would try to find a way to escape every chance I could get, but he made sure that would never happen. Then one day, something happened, but I never knew what. I was then put back in the place where it all started.

They had placed me back in the cage with my hands tied up once again. I tried looking around to see if there was anyone I could have recognized to save me, but to no luck. After everyone placed their bids, I was of course taken with the person that had won that time.

For about 6 months I was treated just like the last time, except I also was forced to clean up after people that were killed, I had to kill people for them, or I was forced to steal from people. I was even drugged up frequently, which was the absolute worst.

Every day I continued to pray for somebody to rescue me, but I was starting to lose hope. Did everybody forget about me? Was there anybody that cared about me anymore? Was there anyone that was still looking for me? I had so many questions that were going through my mind. And most of all, why me?! Why was I being put through all of this?! After about 6 more months of living in this Hell, I began planning for my escape. There was one night when someone had accidentally left their sword behind, and that was my perfect opportunity.

I picked up the sword and had started making my way towards the front door. Finally, having one in my hands, I felt extremely confident about my escape, and I remembered about all my training I had gone through with Aunt Francis.

Putting all my skills to use, I killed off every man in the house and made my escape. I had no idea where I was even at or if I was going in the right direction, but all I could do was run.

I remember it being very dark out, and there wasn't a lot of people out, so I knew it was very late at night. It wasn't very long before I heard people chasing after me. Did I not get everybody that was there? I tried running even faster, but suddenly I heard guns being shot at me.

All I could remember thinking at the time was, this couldn't be how I'd die. I was so close to breaking free, I could not allow myself to get killed already.

Before I knew it, I felt myself getting shot in the side of my back, but I forced myself to keep going. I remember turning into an alleyway and continued running as fast as I possibly could. Turning another corner, I ran into the nearest building I could. To my surprise, someone was still working and they looked over in my direction. But because I was losing so much blood, and with a bullet hole straight through my body, I couldn't make out his face.

“Please... Save... Me!” I tried saying out. “Lady (Y/N)?! Is that really you?!” I barely heard him say. I heard his footsteps rushing over to me before I had collapsed on the floor, still fighting to stay alive. “Lady (Y/N)! Stay with me, okay? Please! You're safe now, I have you!”

I remember thinking that his voice had sounded extremely familiar, but I just couldn't figure out whom it had belonged to. Unfortunately, though, that was the last thing I remember. Again, the next 4 years were a complete blur.