My entire life due to my status I had been helped with my bath help with baking and dressing up. So maids use to touch and I felt nothing.
Today on the other hand I had every kind of disgust crawl my skin and I said nothing.
The helplessness I felt today was very new to .
Hands touched all over leaving bruises on my skin that is only seen as gentle hands. They scrub hard and I felt as if they were trying to get every man’s touch of . How ironic it was but they were trying to get rid of when I was going to have it put on all over again.
"What are you going to be next?" I mocked, they had stripped of my clothes and dignity which practically left with nothing. "Sell to the highest bid?"
A girl, older than the rest, nodded. "Precisely. Good that you know."
I wish I knew how to curse.
As they had done washing I was dressed and they give a course at which pushed up my breast more than necessary.
"Look at you," she cooed making turn o the mirror, "You look so pretty!" They squealed.
Looking at myself with overly red cheeks my breast pump up and my dress hugging my figure made feel like a concubine. Not even a concubine and it made feel like a brothel whore just as I was going to be.
From a princess to a brothel whore.
Why did I co out?
"Enough!" Cynthia clapped her hands as she birds into the room and looked at with a smirk on her face. It always felt like she was smoking for sothing. Did she know who I was?
"I found ye’ a buyer." She grinned and her uneven teeth were visible. "Bring her out!"
I stepped back I saw two n coming back into the room and waiting for . I could not even take another step back before I was held by them from both my upper arms and dragged out of the room.
It only made feel what was going to happen next because I was getting sold.
Sold to soone else.
I was a princess who had been kept inside the walls. The only person who has never been seen was my elder sister Estelle and my stepbrother Augustus which was only because both of them the competing to be the next king and queen of the country.
Now here I was, an unseen but heard of princess that was going to be sold and never is seen again.
This ti as I was being dragged by the ban I did not bother to resist because it would have been futile.
I was brought into the room where Cynthia was standing along with three people who were addressed and I could pass them as Nobel man for soone who would be present in a king’s court.
I realise sothing, the nobleman that a style and I had to very much trusted on what those who bought slaves illegally which ant that whenever it ca to their pleasure they would turn the tables around.
"There ya go. That one is a fresh piece, Virgin too." Cynthia then turned to and smirked, "She is a fighter. You’d love her." The n laughed and the eldest one neared to .
"She is a true beauty." He said as he cupped my chin. Forcefully, he tilted my head up and then stepped back, glancing at thoroughly. He nodded in contempt, "I’ll pay for her."
"Wait what?!" My objection fell over the deaf ears as they continued to make the exchange and the n continue to hold . Their great was unyielding and I knew that it was going to leave marks. "You can’t do that!" I yield on the top of my lungs hoping that it would make a difference.
They didn’t even glance my way.
My eyes widened as I saw him hand her the bag full of coins and her grin at after taking it.
"There ya go," she smiled devilishly, "She’s all yours."
The man ca closer once more and looked in the eye, "We won’t travel back. I hope you can arrange a room here for us."
Cynthia nodded, her eyes trained at still. "Of course I can. Anything for my favourite custor." She clapped her hands and barked the orders.
I just stood there watching the exchange as my legs gave out and I fell to the ground.
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