Translation note: "No , treat that one with care!"  

Chapter 1 

The trade

She grabbed her chest as the dream subsided. Her mind swirling now as pinkish red eyes scanned around the dark and damp holding cell that was her home. How many times had that dream kept her from sleeping the last seven years? Surely she had worse to dream about but that was by far one of the worst reoccurring ones she had to relive every night or so. Livid memory of the wind chimes hitting through the wind was the only thing that kept her alive the last seven years. That and the time she lived with the old master and her grandchild Amara. She had lived in this cell since she arrived here  and nothing was welcoming at all once she arrived. She was torn from her night gown and told to eat , sleep and breath naked while she was here. The scars on her legs and about her arms were clear to see under her tanned skin. Her long red strands poked from the messy pony tail that was made two weeks prior. She couldn't take the abuse any more - the constant lashing of hate words and humiliation of sucking the prison guards off when the head master was away (at least in her mind it was an act of humiliation). She loathed them all - wanted them to burn up in flames and just die. But she didn't have the power - she wasn't that strong. She was a helpless woman who stood at five foot three and weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. She was nothing by a rag doll to the guards who towered her at their six foot size. 

The classic tell tale sound of the hounds barking in the yard told her that finally after a month long the head master was back from his vacation tour to other slave markets. He was a tall man with lavishing long eye lashes, his skin almost as dark as his mid spine lengthened hair that was jet black. His eyes though - they hurt her the most than anything he ever did to her. They were cold as ice and symbolized the cold winter months as they were a clear blue like white coloration. On his arms he had six rather largely done tattoos - one she knew was a dragon in all black while the others were a bit too hard for her to make out. He always wore either a suit or a loosely fit shirt of a dark red or green with black or grey dress pants. Odd it was, but perhaps that was his fashion sense. 

She hitched a breath when the Head master - his name was Oirak Pazour - came walking down the hall way clicking his fingers here and there at the cell doors. They clanged open with a mechanical sound bouncing through the rooms. Why was he opening the cells? Of course he only did this to a select few and when he did she never saw those slaves inside ever again. Was he picking them out? Did they do something wrong? She wasn't sure but there he stood before her own cell, looking down at her with a loud distinct click her cell opened. Why did he want her? Why was she coming outside? She only came out to let the sun hit her face or eat and wash her body that was only once every month. So why now? Was she going to be killed like the cell neighbor spoke about a few times before? She was worried now and her pinkish red eyes beaded up as they teared and she watched as two large men came into her cell and pulled her to their chest. No! No she wasn't going to die! Even if this life was horrible she didn't want to die just yet! 

She pulled, kicked and attempted to scream but the sounds never left as she fought with them. They dragged her by her hair as suddenly a loud voice was echoed from behind them. "ma' ! ts'aakik  lelo' yetel  ts'aa!" his voice was gruff and hallow as he glared at the two men. They let go of her hair so that she slumped to her knees before one swooped her up around her waist and threw her over his shoulder. The other man bowed gracefully to the commands and walked behind the man holding her as they embarked their way through the cell blocks and out into the fresh air. Her body slumped over the mans shoulder as she was too frail and weak to hold herself up, but what her eyes caught where a large garden and a fountain before the sound of gasping and grunting was ushering into the air. Eyes jerked around to see a black limo that housed the other slaves in chains and blindfolds as they all frantically moved in the leather seats trying to get away from the sounds of a door opening. She was just as well afraid as she was thrown from the shoulder and placed into the other mans arms before he leaned and placed her into the car. 

The light skinned man then turned to her and the other slaves and spoke slow and gently "Shut up - or else. You go back into your cells." He frankly spoke to those who cried out. At this point she was too horrified to look around and glued herself to the back of the seat when her ankles were clipped and chained to a set of metal clippings in the flooring. After that the car jarred to move and the others screamed and then became whispers as if they knew they were going to be slaughtered. Her eyes were glued shut though once the limo started to move and the unfamiliar sounds of gravel picking up behind the tires flung into the air and dust settled around the windows. They were leaving.