you decide to drag her bitch ass over to the slums and see hoe much you can get for her.slavers tend to pay a bit more thena corrupt government knee deep in a bloody conflict, and besides its much more humane then sending her to get her head loped off by the gaurds right?as you step into the slums and get a lung full of thick putrid air you smile to yourself,
not much has changed in this fucking hell hole. its a great feeling when you step out of the "civilized" world and enter somewere that feels more real. ya know that no one in this slum has enough energy to play games with you there all just busy surviving.fighting evry day in a battle you just cant win thats the reality of life minus all the bullshit.you walk around looking for anywere to get rid of the furball your carrying around on your back and end up at a nameless little slaver shop.slavers are easy to pick out from the rest of the structures around here beacuse there the only ones that dont look like a strong wind could knock them down.the place is a dive, like all the rest of the ones youve been to.theres a fat ,and stinking drunk man sitting behind a large counter
"what the hell do you want"he looks you over and then fixes his eyes on the girl
"im here to make a trade"
"well youve come to the right place then mate ill pay bags of gold ta ya if the merch is good"
you drop the girl unto the table and the disgusting old letch immediatly starts to fondle her with a sick smile on his face.
"oh yah, shes a pretty one wherd you find er at"
"she attacked me on my way over here,"
"oh come on boy tell me more, i need to know before im willing to make you an offer"
"theres really nothing more to tell"
he takes his hands off the girl and pulls out a small bag of coins.
"here you go" he tosses you the bag, the split second you feel the weight of the bag you throw it at his face,hes too busy drooling over the girl to see it smash into his face.
"what the hell mate,thissis good mony!! dont be throwing it like that"
"im leaving unless you can make me a serious offer"
"what do you mean shes clearly injured, even if she does live from this shes gonna have a scar fo rthe resta her life dont throw my mony around ya little punk or youll find yourself being tossed around"
"shes fine i treated her wounds myself,besides that shes a fighter you could make just as much mony off her in the arena as you could sticking her in a brothel"
his face distorts with rage and he hurls the bag o fcoins back at you, its easy to move your head out of the way of the bag, but much harder to dive away from the crossbow bolt
that comes howling at your stomach immidiatly after.that bolt is followed by about 6 more as you scramble across the room for the single small window,your reflexes are not enough to save you from the sheer number of bolts fired at this close of a range.predicting a slaver will betray you simple,prdicting it would be with a repeater crossbow...well thats the diffrence that seperates the living from the dead.you lie in the ground with arrows loged in your shoulder, chest and leg.
the fat basterd is laughing his ass off right now,one hand is rubbing the f girls body while his other holds a crossbow on you.
"well mate if its any consilation i never ment ta pay ya ta beiggin with, your a stupid one to come ina place like this alone"
as hes talking he rubs his hand around the girls body all the while looking at me and laughing , he starts at her stomach then slides his hand over to her breasts and plays with them a little then his hand snakes his way up to her face and he caresses her face ever so gently then he sticks his fat fingers in her little mouth... then she bites down on his fingers...hard.
the slaver screams like a little girl when his fingers are practicly bitten off;thats the trouble with those fur faces lotta teeth.its a large enough distraction for you to wip a throwing knive into his neck. you have a smug smile as you start driftin into blackness from the blood loss and pain. life is here one day, same as it was evryother day then boom you dont even realize your in a dangerous situation about to die.
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