Chapter 2: The Blue Eyed Man
It felt like a dream, maybe I’m dreaming, because this cannot be real. I was out of my cell after months and walking the corridor with two men behind me and my buyer before me leading the way. The windows were shut and barely any light came through. I just watched everything with my broad eyes because I felt like a newborn baby brought into the world for the first time. I thought I would spend years in that cell and let death take me, I thought that was the reason he bought me but it seems like I was wrong.
His words earlier to me... about me being useful and showing my worth, what does he mean by that?
He suddenly halted and I did too. The ground was cold because I was barefoot and the movement got my chains hurting my skin more, but I was more focused on what will happen next than worrying about my pain.
He diverts to me and I got a better look at him, he was well lustrous, maybe a noble, because he looked like one all polished up in his light blue suit and his gelled hair slick backward, I caught notice of his mustache, perfectly structured under his nose, he appeared to be in his forties but something tells me he was older than that.
He placed a hand on his chin, and I couldn’t deny how handsome he looked.
"You look awful," he nods. "I can’t have you out there like this" he mumbled under his breath.
"Get me, Teresa!" he said to one of the men behind me and I heard retreating footsteps.
My hand balled in a fist when he circled me as his uncomfortable eyes roamed my body, I was still on my rags but it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
He stopped before me and gripped my chin but I remained still as my dead eyes stared back at him.