"I've made my choice, I'll take Ceria. She is exactly what I need" Scott said.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" cried the old raven. "Please, follow me. There are things to be done!" Drex ushered Scott to follow him. While they walked towards the large center "office" tent Drex began to explain, "I'm assuming you've never bought a slave before. Each slave is given a slave crest on the chest to mark them as your property. This has been a tradition for decades, but there was a problem with slaves running away so slave crests were given the ability to track the slave, and only recently can a crest force a slave to obey a command."
"How does the crest do all that?" asked Scott
"They used to be branded like cattle, but a ritual was discovered that combined the owner's blood into a special liquid that is then pained on the slave. The blood bond is what is then used to track. Recently the ritual was enchanted to force the slave to obey orders. All you need to say is 'That's an order!' and they will a horrible shock if they don't obey. Ok, we're ready to begin. Please, take a seat."
Scott sat down at the desk as Drex shuffled through the drawers. "Here is the bill, I hope you have enough," said Drex as he slid a piece of paper across the desk. "Of course I do. This should be enough" Scott responded while putting a large pouch on the desk. Scott signed the bill of sale as Drex counted the cash. "This is more than enough! Here is appropriate change, minus the cost of the crest." Drex was giddy at the sale, he passed some coins back to Scott and rummaged through a large box to pull out a very ornate looking dish with chemicals and a folder. "This is the general slave care guide and minotaur species guide. Now for the crest ritual. Normally I would bring the slave here but as you've noticed Ceria, is very robust, so we'll do it in her cage."
Drex pulled out a bell from his robes and rang it. Three very large men walked into the tent and stood by. Drex grabbed everything he needed and ushered everyone to follow him. Nobody spoke a word as they all walked to Ceria's cage. Once there Drex put down the dish on a nearby crate and brandished a knife. Scott walked over to him and let himself be sliced by the knife. It didn't hurt all that much as Scott watched the blood drip into the dish. Drex poured the chemicals into the dish and then some powder. Drex signaled the men to open the cage. Ceria took her chance to bolt out but the three were ready for that as one swept her legs and the two others pinned her to the floor. Drex walked over with the dish and a brush. "Lift her" Drex commanded as they did so. Ceria struggled but froze as soon as the brush touched her chest. He drew a circle with an x in the center and put his thumb to her forehead and uttered, "Î̴̙́ ̴̞̠̺̜̋c̶̠̝̦̈́̈́̀o̶͇̾ṁ̶̩͔͆̐̆m̴̰̩̠͇͂̎̃ạ̵̑͋̑n̵ ̱̱̗̓̑͆̃d̵͚̭̩͐̓̕͝ ̶̦̗̪̑͆ỵ̵̡͔̹̏́̾̍ó̸͍͍u̷̞̫̩͌̏̈́ ̵̼͓͔͛̏͛a̵̮̣̣̲͒r̶̺̰̿͋̆͜e̴̖̒͒̀͌ ̸̨̜̯̜́̉n̴̙̲̄̋ọ̶̤͊ͅw̸̙̪̺̙̎͛ ̵̩̝̈́́̀b̴͈̙̐͝ǫ̶̨͕͚̅ư̸̩͇̏́͝n̷͚̤̈d̶̯̣̘̯͆͋" Lightning shot out of the mark as Ceria screamed in pain. Scott turned away, shielding his eyes as he did so.
When Scott couldn't see any light through his eyes he turned to see the mark had gone from a blood liquid smeared on her to a very detailed tattoo. The crest was two rings bound together, one larger than the other. The two rings were inside a larger, spiked circle. "And that's that. Ceria is now your slave. Feel free to leave whenever you please." "Thank you" replied Scott.
Scott walked out of the cursed arena with Ceria close behind. Scott unlocked his dusty pick-up truck and had Ceria climb in as well. Scott started 'er up and took off wayward his farm in the middle of nowhere. It was a long, uncomfortable silence as Scott drove home. Ceria wouldn't even look in his general direction, choosing to stare at the window the whole drive with her chin on her hand.
Scott pulled up to the farm, turned off his truck and got out, having Ceria do the same. Scott broke the silence by saying "Welcome to my family farm. This is where you will be living from now on. It's about to be night time, so I will show you your room as I make dinner." Scott leads Ceria, who was strangely compliant this whole time, into the house and up the stairs. Scott opened the door to Ceria's room and said, "This is your room, wait here until I call you for dinner." The room was simple. A large fluffy bed, a dresser with a mirror, and a very "old" smell about. It was perhaps the nicest thing she has ever had.
"Get comfortable. We'll get you some clothes tomorrow. Is there anything you would like to eat?" asked Scott. Ceria hadn't said a single word this entire time, but now, she chose to answer. "Vegetables, I want vegetables. I'm an herbivore, so no meat." Her voice was angelic. Scott was surprised but quickly composed himself. "I'll call you when food is ready." Scott closed the door and walked off. Ceria crashed onto her new bed and was practically ecstatic. It was unbelivably comfortable. She could get lost in the feeling.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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