Chapter 7: Arrival of a Hero
"I've decided on these few. They'll make a fine addition to the auction," the noblewoman said, consulting Kaitlyn's notebook.
"Certainly. I'll prepare them for you at once," Kaitlyn said.
"You'd best bring them outside. I'm not returning to that dreadful dust anytime soon. Didn't I tell you to get that place swept out?"
"Of course. I'll set some on it later today."
The noble nodded and climbed into her carriage, the coachman swinging the door shut with a crisp snap. Kaitlyn walked through the warehouse and onto the upper floor, returning minutes later with several chains. She collected five slaves from different aisles and dragged them out to the coach. The chains attached to a metal ring on the back of the carriage and connected the slave collars. Once finished, she knocked on the side of the carriage.
"Send our commission by courier. I hate traveling to the city," Kaitlyn called loudly.
The noble replied, but the carriage wall and distance muffled her voice. Behind them, the dust cloud neared enough to reveal several riders. They were still far off, but my sharp eyesight made out a few details. They wore full plate armor and carried weapons, mostly swords and spears. Their horses were large and similarly armored, making for a very imposing sight.
Despite the rising dust and noise, Kaitlyn seemed unaware of their impending arrival, stalking back into the warehouse the instant the nobles coach pulled away. I gulped as she marched straight to me, a murderous glare carved into her face.
"Damn Filthblood," she said viciously, "Remember the first rule?"
I nodded, but my voice caught in my throat. Struggling to speak only sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest, and I groaned, tail twitching limply.
"Some might say I've already taught you a lesson, but you're just too damn worthless and broke already. A damaged slave only has one purpose. Do you know what it is?"