Thirsty Trap |JK×READER|

2. Sold

But you didn't fail to notice the mark on his neck that was the symbol of the town. It was a tattoo of Black Mamba tangled on a ship wheel. It was the tattoo of the most powerful town in the state and an enemy of your father's town.

There was no escaping now. You looked at the women and the young girls who were surrounding you. They looked pale, skinny, lips chapped, messy hair, dried blood on their clothes, cuts on their faces similar to yours. Just by looking at them made your heartbeat run faster, was this how your father kept slaves? Was this how a prison looked like? Was this how prisoners looked like? Numerous questions started to haunt you.

A guard pulling the bars of the prison brought you back from your haunting thoughts. But by the look he gave to the prisoners, it surely scared the hell out of you. Few more guards entered the little cell and started to push everyone out to who knows where. You had to block your hands close to your eyes in order to prevent the sun's brightness to blind you, Just like your life did.

A guard held your arms and dragged your frail body with him. You stumbled and fell face first onto the hard, stoned, thorny ground but he had no mercy, he dragged you even after; making the harsh ground mark your body with more new bruises. You closed your eyes hoping for the pain to vanish just like that. And yes, the pain went away as your body felt numb.

The guard stopped infront of a small place that looked like an old destroyed building. He pulled you up straight to the ground and pushed you towards the door to which your forehead banged and blood appeared on the place you hit your head to the door.

The door soon swung opened revealing a short, blonde and an undeniably attractive woman, who looked in her mid thirties. She checked you out shamelessly before turning to the guard and smiling innocently.

"Check if she has any mark. Do it quick, I don't have much time" he grumbled. Giving a slight smile to him she pulled you inside and locked the door making you flinch from the suddeness. You were on the verge of crying "Please don't do anything to me-"

But before you could speak any further she spoke, completely ignoring your scared mewls "little girl, you certainly have meat at right places, I bet you'll be purchased by one of those rich men and make you their mistress." Your heart skipped a beat hearing the word mistress. You never wanted to be one, you hated the men who'd keep women as their toys.

"I don't want to be here... Please get me out, I was lost in the woods, they kidnapped me, I mean no harm to this town... Please save me" you plead the woman with tears strolling down your eyes.

Her eyes softened looking at your vulnerable state "look kid, I can tell that you don't have a tattoo on your body and that you aren't an adult yet," little did she know who and where you were from "But I'm sorry, I can't help you in this situation, even if I do, I'll get caught and they'll execute me......I understand your situation but I'm helpless. I'm so sorry" she spoke, her eyes showing sympathy, her voice laced with helplessness.

A knock on the door interrupts your conversation. "Does she have any tattoo?" the cold guard from earlier shouts across the door. You look at the woman with eyes still holding hopes. "No, she doesn't. And I'm almost done" and with that, your heart breaks into million pieces as the last hope of escaping this town washes away by the strong waves of helplessness. "Look, if you're purchased by a wealthy man, you'll get to live like a queen. Sure, the world will not look at you with respect in their eyes but lust, but you don't necessarily have to go outside when you'll get to be treated more better than the maids" she speaks with a slight smile to not make you sad because of her rejection about not helping you.

The door suddenly opens with a loud thud and the guard stands at the entrance with his gun pointing at you both. "Move out" he speaks, his voice deep, jaw clenched, as he shoots daggers to the short woman.