Chapter 8: A Carriage Apart
’Purchased?’ That particular word rang in Samantha’s head for several minutes before she finally blinked. She could remember one time in the village when she had gone to return a novel at one of her favorite libraries in the middle emporium of Empty Hollow, and there were two ladies having a conversation concerning the unknown slave market.
When it wasn’t time to get fully auctioned, those who were in urgent need for a slave would come directly to the slave establishment and purchase them. Rumors spread quickly beyond the boundaries of EmptyHollow, and Samantha never gave it much thought cause she never assumed she would find herself in such poignant contingency.
But on the bright side, she would be able to leave this provoking atmosphere. That alone calmed her heart to a bearable extent.
Whoever Madame Cerise may be, she couldn’t be a thousand times worse than the guardsmen and caretaker who are hell-bent on making her life miserable.
If she’s not allowed to die, then she would follow the course of fate, act by it and endure all the hardship until she’s ready enough to pick herself from the ground again.
For the meantime, it was best to lay low.
"You already caused minimal damage to the goods, officer Regan, so I won’t pay in full." Madame Cerise turned to the caretaker whose eyebrows narrowed disapprovingly. It was pretty clear that he wasn’t in one with her decision, but he couldn’t deny that she was right.
"I don’t know why, but I believe with proper care, you can be shaped into an extremely gorgeous woman, and that my dear, would be more beneficial for me." A strange conniving smile graced the corner of Madame Cerise’s lips, sending a negative sign down to the bones of Samantha, and then she heard the caretaker stamping an ink on a record file that had her name written on it.
"Sold!"