Chapter 3 "Going once, Going twice, Sold!!!"

"You have been waiting I see" the guard sounded more energetic than she expected.

She thought, him using the energy on her feeble self may actually kill her.

Getting a whipping for an hour at most was the only thing she could bare. But this guy looked more than capable to making it for three more.

Fionna's eyes darted to his hand, she had been expecting a toy but this was much bigger than her.

Opening her dungeon cell, he proceeded towards her and put her once more in shackles.

Now standing Infront of her, with the bag full of unknowns in his hand, he searched while blurting nonsense to Fionna "This is going to be my last time with you" then removed a ball gag...

Fionna looked away but instantly her head was harshly risen "So I just thought" he laughed maniacally as he forced the ball in her mouth "Lets make it memorable " then did the belt after wards.

Why? Why was she crying, Fionna cursed herself for looking puny Infront of this mad man.

Once more, his hand crept in the sac he had brought along. She expected some kind of fearful toy but he removed a hood.

Just within that short moment, she was relieved. But it didn't last long enough.

He contemplated now, between two objects in his hands. A whip and a cane. Finally ending up with the one that looked much more painful.

A psychopath and sadist. She wondered where God was!

Fionna was groomed in the way of a righteous person. Always been thought the difference between good and bad, never to curse or mock at someone's condition even if her only true friend, Evelyn, did.

Evelyn is also like her...In bondage as a princess.

They would always laugh at their princess training. BE THIS, BE THAT... DO THIS AND THEN DO THAT. It sucked to always do as the kingdom expects you to.

However, she knew that someday, she would have to disobey such ways.

Not everyone deserved compassion or her respect, especially not this guy.

"Don't worry, I thought of you and decided it will be less painful if you weren't able to see it all" holding blindfolds in his hands, he waited for her reply.

Fionna was defeated and her silence was much more arousing to him than he thought it would be.

"I am glad you know when to give up" he now fastened the folds against her eyes, she didn't argue.

She couldn't argue. It would have still led her to be tortured but much worst.

She was submissive, he smirked. However he would prefer her aggressive. That was a real turn on.

"You good? " he asked provocatively, hoping to see her react but she was calm.

In chains, unable to use her mouth or eyes, Fionna thought, she was unable to see herself in any happy relationship or marriage with a guy.

She had been thinking.

Fionna had long been aware of her fate as she shrugged the pain from his slashing away.

This was just the beginning. The intensity had increased from just his seconds and unconsciously, she lets out a soft moan.

Crying wasn't a sign of weakness, she told herself as she felt the tears well up in her eyes and surface.

Even out of it, she maintained her poise. Hoping she could, even with the acceptance, at least be a hint of someone she had always been raised to be.

Growing up, she was also taught never to show face. When times are hard, for her or for anyone, it was just a way to make her vulnerable and feel useless.

But she knew, as soon as she was out of her cell, she was going to kill this motherfucker and hopefully... Save her people.

For a while now he had stood still. No movements, no sound.

Unaware of her surroundings and his time of slashing, she haughtily gasped as he, once more took advantage of her state.

The pains that came afterwords were unbearable.

The instant uplift of her head had her neck produce a cracking sound.

Immediately, she placed her head down and continued enduring. Repeatedly telling herself 'it will all soon be over'

The little boy without thinking of his next move but only to stop the guard came out from his hiding place.

"Let her go!!" he gulped after realising if things don't go well, he was going to end up in a cellar too.

Though the guard had been surprised hearing the voice, but once he saw who it was, he laughed...bitterly.

His whip was held in place and out of anger, from been so rudely intruded, he approached the boy and punched him so easily in the face.

Fionna had been recovering from his mad urge just now and looking up, the boy had blood smushed all over his face and dripping from his nose.

She got back the guards attention once she screamed with the gag still in her mouth.

Fionna nodded in disapproval hoping he would at least, out of everything he had done to her, just do as she asks.

The guard came closer and fiercely removed the ball gag without a care of if she was ready for it.

Fionna clenched her jaws before pleading for the boy's sake "Don't hurt him, he is just a kid-"

"He's just a slave" the guard chipped in.

"This is between you and I" ignoring his every words.

Fionna locked her eyes on the guard's, patiently waiting for his decision.

The guard had something more fun in plan and just the thought of it excited him.

"If the kid wants to live, the kid stays and watches everything I do to this princess" he placed the gag once more in her mouth.

'Princess?' the boy thought 'His princess?'

Things got harder for him not to look away but once he noticed Fionna's pleading gesture, he stood still.

He stood still

And stood still...watching her get tortured. The princess of Drider.

Fionna had maintained herself and once in a while, her eyes clashed with the boy's own. Revealing nothing but pain.

Alas, he was done with her, "Get out! " the guard, who had just climaxed alone was in a daze and gasped for air as he yelled at the little boy to leave.

The toys he had brought to play with her were one by one bagged back to place.

She was grateful it was finally over but she now wondered, "what next? "

The guard left without bickering with her. He must have been tired, she assumed.

And once more, she laid still at the corner of the walls humming a song thought to her by her dead mother. Waiting for sleep to kick in.

Fionna was awoken, not with the breaking of the day, for it was dark, but with voices.

It was Fortes'.

She overhears him explain what was to be done. The maid obediently nodding to every word he says.

Fionna feebly walked to get a better view of what was going on, she saw two men with their heads covered.

None of them was the bastard that had tortured her. She wondered why he wasn't here to spit her goodbye on the face.

Fortes was now out of sight when the men opened the young maid's cellar.

She could now hear Fortes' voice."I have 500,000 belmoth, would you bid 510,00 would you bid 510?" Someone spoke up but she couldn't quite get his words. "Now 700, I have 700, 000 belmoth, would you bid ..."

It went on for quite a while before she heard uprising voices. It seemed like a riot.

"Woo Fellas, Let's take a break now" she could hear Fortes say.

Fortes was back in the dungeon "Shit, this old men are getting harder to please" approaching the princess "but you would change that for me" he bravely exposed all his yellow teeth into what looked like a smile "my trump card "

Hours passed and she had been fed just once, enough to keep her stable for the day. She was grateful she never binged or depended on food always.

"Going, going, gone! " Fionna knew it was now her turn to be raked from where she was.

The two masked guards were already standing Infront of her cellar.

"There's real value here" in a low voice, he spoke in awe, lulling the audience before getting to the point

Fionna had just walked in. Chained, with her hand Infront of her belly. She looked at the crowd and notices the people there were mostly either old and filthy rich or old with an urge of abusing young girls like her.

In her torn dress and ragged appearance people looked at her in disgust.

Fortes after realising they had little interest, continues.

"Agreed with the terms to being sold in this secret auction by her mother to reduce 'money wastage', " he quoted "and probably some family issue that I definitely DO NOT CARE ABOUT"

The people laughed... Though Fionna was sad, she had expected less from her step mom. She wished to right him. Not like it mattered to anyone

A witch. A wicked witch, she corrected after realising there were good witches too.

"She is none other than the princess of Drider"

Muffled voices filled the auction room with just that one sentence.

Probably everyone wondering how it would feel like to have a princess for a slave.

Oh I would make your life a living hell, she thought.

Fortes, using whatever it was that auctioneers use similar to what a Magistrate has, she observed, had the room once more under control.

"Bidding starts at a million Belmoths".

The room was dead silent before Fortes' voice was once more heard.

"Do I have a million Belmoth" he asked and immediately a man in the crowd slightly rose his hands up.

"1 million Belmoth""

Before Fionna could analyse any of his features, another guy offered a deal.

"1,100,000 Belmoths"" looking at the first guy that had bid.

Then another "1,300,000 Belmoths""

They each glared at each other for a while"I have 1,3000,000 Belmoths, would you bid 1,400,000 would you bid 1,400,000?... "

The last guy that had his offer on the table wasn't that much of a sight. His lean noticeable features were just his moustache and long black hat.

"1,400,000 Belmoths "

Fionna's eyes wandered to where the voice was heard and saw a suspicious guy all in black with his hand slightly up.

"1,500,000"

Would this ever end? , Fionna couldn't keep going on. Searching for someone each and everytime the price was moderately raised.

"5,000,000 Belmoths"

The other 5 men that had been somewhat bargaining price looked questionatively at themselves.

"Oh my, we have a very distinguished person here tonight" Fortes after a long wandering time said. "Which Prince wouldn't want a princess to be his... One way or another that is "

What would a Prince be doing in this auction, Fionna plundered at how messed up he must be.

He looked, Fionna narrowed her eyes, voluminous... What the hell was she doing, she thought. It didn't matter how her buyer looked like, she was going to escape immediately after knowing her routes.

"Going, going-"

"6,000,000 Belmoths"

It was unexpected for anyone to go against a Prince. Not that she had a word in it. Everyone but her was stunned and all eyes were on the new bidder.

"7,000,000"

The Prince definitely wasn't going to sit still and be humiliated and so... The bidding was going to-

"1,000,000,000 belmoths"

Do I worth that much?, Fionna was stunned and her eyes, without a second doubt, searched eagerly for the person.

He wasn't dressed up in a suit and didn't look like he could afford that much money.

Just a casual, every day dress.

It was no longer on-going. It seemed to everyone, the Prince had decided to let it go.

Humiliated...

"Going once, going twice, sold!! " At that moment, Fortes had declared the auctioning closed.

This stranger who could afford that much money and at the same time go against a Prince was now her new owner.

"What now?" indeed.