THE SLAVE OWNER

Imogen's gaze was glued on the mirror which was fixed on the wall, she took a look at herself, admiring her beauty.

Similarly, the mirror was giving her full access to her body. The beauty, many will wish for, but not her life.

The life of a slave, not just any slave but a s3x slave.

Women of high values and importance, noble ladies, they all wished for her beauty but she wanted their life, to be someone that's respected and valued.

It pays to be born ugly and be rich than being born beautiful and be a slave, if your master tells you to die, you do so without hesitation, go naked around the town and you do or face bitter consequences.

That is the life of a slave, the fate of a slave. You don't have permission to live the way you want it, your master determines how to live and when you die. And today that kind of life just began for her, because she will get sold today, to her new master, the one who will determine if she lives or not.

It has been ten years since her mom sold her to one of the famous auction houses in the country known for their notorious purchase and selling of girls.

Her mother sold her for five pouches of coins, she tried hating her, she want to but she knows how hard it was for her. It is hard to survive out there, it is hard for the commoners and slaves, you have to do dirty things in order to live.

Just to survive, her mom sold her. And her mistress trained her for eight years. Today she is finally a woman. So her mistress said, "You are finally a woman, you will get sold"

Those words troubled her, waves of panic sets in, she thought she was prepared but how could one be prepared for such.

She has always watched other girls getting sold, she learned how to pleasure a man and seduce them. Her mistress taught her how to be ready, "With your beauty, you will bring good fortune to me Imogen but am not sure what will happen to you after you get sold. You have to be prepared, you might get lucky and have a master like Emily or become unfortunate and have a master like Gwen" That is what her mistress always tells her.

She has always wished to be bought by someone like Mr Charles, Emily master. A noble and righteous man who got Emily because his wife was barren, to give birth, he has to take a new wife but he loves his wife deeply so he got a slave instead. And since they brought in Emily, they started treating her like family, it is hard to say if Emily was a slave once.

She want a master like that, but she could only wish.

Her fate depends on today's auction, whoever she gets sold to. But what is even more worst than getting sold is not getting sold.

Her heart almost jumped out of its casket when she heard the door open.

"It is time, Imogen" Her Mistress Samantha said to her. It was like judgement day for her, telling her it is her turn now.

She followed her mistress with a heavy sigh, troubled heart, tears threatened to fall. All she wants and pray for is for mistress to send her back home.. All this she knew was pointless, her mistress is a money cradle that will do anything for it.

Mercy? She had shown her mercy enough by letting her learn for eight years.

Crying won't do her any good, her fate has already been decided since her mother sold her.

Her mistress stopped, and so did she. "Stretch your hand" Samantha instructed and Imogen did. A Guard in front of the door put a shackle on her wrist, with her number craved on it.

She opened the door for her and they both entered. In the room, she saw girls around her age, girls she knew and those she doesn't.

Some were with tears, some just stood stiff, while some had a sad look on their face like hers.

"I will call you girls out according to your numbers, you will be led out by Bonnie" Samantha stated pointing to her assistant.

"So those of you crying should wipe those tears and put on your happy face if you want to make it out of there. Am sure you understand the rules, if you don't get sold today then you know what your fate will be. I will sell you to mine workers to work there for the rest of your life."

"You know that is worst than being a sex slave" She gritted while the girls gulped down.

"Now, do exactly as I have taught you. See you girls, at the auction" She smiled and left them.

"I can't do this" A girl bursted into tears, "I don't want to be a slave" She cried but no one paid attention to her.

"It isn't a choice, your fate has already been decided the moment you stepped inside here" Bonnie the assistant uttered with no emotions.

"You are right, most of us don't have a choice. But we don't deserve this" Another girl said.

Bonnie looked at her and grinned. "Then do something about it. You can't accept it but there is nothing you can do"

A loud cheer interrupted the girl from talking, fears gripped the girls.

"It has begun" Imogen said and moved away from the door.

"Number One" Samantha loud voice came. All eyes turned to the girl who was crying a moment ago.

"Me? No, No" She shakes her head moving back. "Guards" Bonnie called, and two huge guys came out.

"Take her to the auction stage" She ordered and the guards approaches the girl and carried her out by force. She tried struggling but she was no match for the two.

Moments later, "Sold" Was the first thing they heard after the long silence.

"Number 2" Samantha voice came again and Bonnie with the guards entered.

***********

The auction proceeded for almost an hour and it was soon to be her turn.

Imogen was alone in the room, knowing it will soon be her turn. She could hear her heart racing so fast, her legs quivered, her forehead sweaty.

She was in a total state of despair, anyone could notice though she tried putting it off with a smile, as she constantly tells herself it is ok.

She will get lucky, "she will get sold to a good master" She muttered between closed teeth to encourage herself even if it was a mere hope.

"Sold, And for today the last bidding. Number 20"

"My turn. It is My turn now" She said and the door slides opened.

Bonnie with the two guards standing in front of her.

"We won't need to carry you, right?" She questioned.

Imogen noded and walked towards her. She was led by Bonnie to the stage, "Mrs Samantha had high hopes in you for today's auction, I hope you don't disappoint her"

Imogen only nodded to her words. The loud cheer was getting closer and closer, "the moment she hates most has finally come" She thought as she entered a room and the door closes.

Her heart beats when she saw the whole crowd attention is situated on her.

Many men look drunk and horny, and there are many you just can't read their expressions.

The smell of men old and young, their wine and their intentions, this familiar moment but yet not welcoming.

She was dragged by a guard to the stage.

"This is the last bidding, your lucky moment to have such a beauty at home, satisfy you any moment. Just one gaze of her and you get hard immediately, the beauty of this whole auction and the exciting part is that she has never been touched" She elaborated and the men screamed excited.

"So gentlemen, shall we get to the bidding."

"For a start, 25 bags of gold Coin"

"25," Imogen thought surprised.

"30" A voice came from the crowd.

"40" Voice Two

"45" Another one came.

"55 to have that whore in my room" A man shouted drunk.

"We have 55" Mistress Samantha smiled.

"60" Another man stood up.

"We have 60, going to 60. Going for 60, sol....."

"100" A voice came from behind and everyone gasped.

"100??" Imogen and questioned, she never knew anyone would be willing to buy her for that prize.

"Did you just say 100" Mistress Samantha asked and the man stood up.

"I will buy for 100, and give 50 more if she is good as you said" He said with pride.

"Wow...." Samantha exclaimed. "We have 100 going, anyone more?" She asked but no one replied.

Instead, they were murmuring among them "I never expected to see him here."

"Who is he?"

"The owner of Sebastian castle, the popular and dread lord Simon Sebastian" The men said loud enough for Imogen to hear.

"Dread?"

"Sold for 100 bags" The mistress announced and giggled.

Imogen looked at the face of her new master, their eyes met. There was no expression of emotions in his eyes, he wasn't excited either angry.

His expression was blank and cold. But something do seem dreadful about him, there was something about him that she can't just explain.

Whatever it is, one thing is for sure.

She was sold to her worst nightmare.

"You bought me such huge fortune. I have known that from the day I set my eyes on you, am so proud of you" Samantha commenced the moment she entered the room where Imogen was.

"It breaks my heart so much that you I had to sell you out, but it is still a blessing that you are leaving here. Don't you think so, Imogen?" She asked with a grin as if mocking her.

"I guess so" She forced a smile out.

"You remember all that I taught you, don't you? Am worried that you might end up disappointing me. No! you won't do that. I can't jinx you with bad words before you leave" Samantha said with nothing but excitement written all over her.

"She must be really happy." Imogen thought. At this moment, she envies her mistress. She wishes she could smile happily like that, for once in her life. She just wants to smile and be happy.

"My beautiful little girl" Samantha giggled and cupped her two cheeks.

A man came interrupting the moment. "Lord Sebastian is ready to leave, he wants to see you and his new slave"

"Already?" Imogen asked aloud and they both turned to her.

"Am sorry" She bowed and apologized.

"I am sorry for her rude behaviour, let's get going" Mrs Samantha suggested while the man led the way to Mr Sebastian.

Imogen wringle her hand nervously as she walked. She is sold to her new master, there is no going back now.

She wondered what her new master is like. Is he going to be good news like Emily's master?

"The owner of Sebastian castle, the popular dread lord Simon Sebastian" She recalled what the men said about him.

"That doesn't mean good news," Her subconscious said while she sighed.

The movement of the man who came to get her and her mistress stopped and she stopped as well.

"My lord" The man called and Lord Simon turns towards them. Imogen raised her gaze to look at her new master. her eye met with him for the second time. To see him makes her feel nervous, troubled and sad.

She wasn't able to examine him, because of fear and anxiety.

However, looking at him now. The things she heard about him seem more like a lie, his face was nothing like what those men claimed him to be. He has an innocent and pretty face, just like a woman. Those blue eyes had her sucking in a breath, his brown hair curls on his forehead and his tallness was a sight to see, straight nose leading to a set of soft lips that were now curled into a smirk.

Looking at him, all Imogen could think about was how beautiful he looks. This was her first time seeing a man this, handsome and young. Her thoughts was that she might end up with an old man. Luck as found her for having such a young master whom she thinks might considerate and treats her better.

"Lord Simon, I don't know you were going to make it to this auction" Mistress Samantha paid her obeisance

"I never thought I would be coming either. But since I got bored of my slaves at home, I decided to get a new one, although I made it to auction late, but I hope she is worth the money" He said huskily. Imogen stole another glare from him and then she noticed how noble he looks, his hands rested at his back and his shoulder were exuding pride.

"Of course. I assure you, she is worth every penny"

They were talking about her like she was nothing But an object, puppet. A puppet to satisfy him and an object to bring money to her. She just stood listening to their words that breaks her heart, her visage gleamed in sadness.

"Since have paid the whole payment can I go with my slave now?"

"She is all yours, My lord. Here is the key to her chains" She stretched forth her hand to give him the keys but he rejected her.

"You can unlock her"

"What?" Imogen acted surprised. He wants her out of her shackle, she is a slave, his slave. Slaves are always supposed to be in shackles and locks, but why is he different?

Maybe he isn't bad news, maybe she got lucky.

"You want me to remove her from her lock?" Samantha asked surprised.

Lord Simon didn't give any response, and Samantha understood immediately. He might look calm and gentle just like his Innocent face but he is nothing like that. He is brutal and wicked especially to his sex slave, his rumours has travelled around the town. Many nobles men fears him, he shows no mercy and no emotion.

Just like his nickname, dread lord Simon. He is to be feared. Sam looked at Imogen who was beaming in excitement, she pitied her for she knows not what she's about to get into.

She moves closer to her and unlocked it just as lord Simon instructed.

Imogen sighed relief, she wasn't comfortable in that chain. However, her master's response shocked her most... He never thought she might ran away?

"Thank you for your service, you can take your leave now" He ordered strictly.

"Thank you for coming tonight, my lord" Samantha bowed and left.

"Your ride is over here," The guard said while Simon nod and took the lead.

Imogen looked at them confused, he is walking ahead with his guard not caring about his new slave. "Is he stupid?" Imogen thought.

"Or is he just being nice?"

Lord Simon stopped and turned. "Aren't you coming, slave"

"Am sorry, my lord" Imogen apologised and ran to them.

Imogen stood still when they got to where his ride was, it was a carriage. Wow, it looks so beautiful, this was her first time seeing one but sadly she will never be able to ride it, not in this lifetime.

"Get in" He commanded. "What?!!" She exclaimed, totally dazed by what she heard.

He wants her to enter, to ride with him. She, a slave. A s3x slave.

"I don't like repeating myself," He said strictly. The look on his face shows he was serious, and the last thing she want is to get her new master angry so she obliged and entered.

The door to the carriage was closed from the outside and the ride started.

They were seated in an opposite direction, making it easy for eye contact, especially Imogen.

During the ride, Imogen couldn't take her eyes off her new master.

She just can't figure him out, is he stupid, kind or thoughtless.

No man will ever do that to his slave, not even the kindest man. He unlocks her and even asks her to ride with him.

What if she suddenly attack him, or open the carriage door and ran away. Is he not scared? He is sleeping peacefully in the same carriage with his slave.

"What is it?" She suddenly heard him say.

He was still with his eyes close, and hands crossed.

"I don't understand, my lord"

"You have been looking at me like forever, it seems like you have something on your mind that you wish to say. So tell me what is it?" He asked and slowly open his eyes as he glare at her.

"I..." She looked at him and he seems serious.

"I...I was just thinking about why you set me free and even permit me to ride with you in your carriage. Are you not scared that I might run away, or I might hurt you since we are the only one in the carriage" She said.

She didn't hear him say anything or move, which made her think she might have crossed her boundaries.

"Forgive me my lord for my foolish words" She kneels before him.

"You can stand up, it is nothing" He stated.

"You must have been so curious, and also you don't seem like the kind of person that will attack me. You won't be stupid to try that"

"But I was hoping you will run away," He said this time with a devilish grin.

"He was hoping I ran away, does he feel bad for me?" Imogen thought.

"It will be fun if you do" He scoffed.

"What?" Imogen asked confused.

"You running away will be fun, because, I will have to go find you and hunt you down, you will be running away for your life. Trying to struggle, and the struggle makes it more fun. And if I end up catching you, I can just kill you on the spot or do whatever I want to do with you. Then I won't be a brutal master who killed his slave, I will be the righteous master who pitied his slave by releasing her shackles, but she repays his kindness by running away" He laughed, his tone holds a tinge of excitement which scares Imogen.

"You can run away, don't worry about anything. Just run as fast as you could, I will find you anyway" He chuckled while Imogen heart thuds.

She was wrong, and those men were right. Her New Master is dreadful, wicked.

He is the devil himself.

Horror filled her whole body, sitting with him alone in the same carriage scared her. She could feel life slowly drifting away from her.

At that moment she wanted to run away from him, but she knew better. That is exactly what he expected from her, to chase her and kill her in the end.

He is horrible, riding with him terrified her. Only God knows, what he would do to her, what if he suddenly choked her to death? Her mind came to rest when the carriage stopped.

She heard footsteps from outside and the door opened.

"We are here, My lord" The guard said and Simon nodded.

He stood up and got down from the carriage, so did Imogen. "Wow!" Escaped her mouth when she got down from the carriage.

Here she was standing in front of a huge beautiful castle, it was more beautiful than the castles written in fairy tales, looking at it seemed like a dream.

Never, in her life did she imagine she would see such beautiful castle or live in one. Even though it was already late, the night couldn't hide the beauty of the castle.

"Master!" Some ladies came running and bowed when they reached his side.

Master? are they all his slaves? She looked at them, and they seem nothing like slaves. They were dressed in luxurious wears like the nobles, beautiful. This is not what she expected a sex slave to look like.

"She is the new slave I bought, you have a week to teach her everything she needs to know" He ordered and walked inside with his guards behind him.

"A week?" Imogen thought. After a week, what happens next? Will he have her then?

**********

The sound of his footsteps echoed through the hallway, walking majestically with no smile or frown on his face, no emotions, just plain nothingness.

Simon Sebastian, popularly known as the dread lord.

The only son of the Sebastian family, the most powerful and feared family in the country, and the only child of his late parents, Alfred and Sarah Sebastian, respected and feared by many people, he is known for his brutality toward his slaves.

He is also the next king, Prince George's favourite person, and his trusted friend. No one dares to defy or disobey him, not only because they respect him, but they know the price they will pay for misbehaviour in his presence.

Once upon a time, the dread Simon was a sweet young lad, loved by everyone around him. But suddenly he changed, only a few around him knows the reason for his changes.

Rumours have it, that the cause of his strange wicked change is because the lady he loved betrayed him and married his best friend and that is why he keeps many female slaves around.

Secondly, he changed because of his parents' death, because they were murdered brutally before his eyes.

Finally, the woman he loved betrayed him with his friend and they are both involved in his parent's death.

No one knows the truth, they were just rumours that travelled across the entire country.

His eyes roamed across the room like it was his first time, something is wrong, to be precise missing.

"The Gold Jar presented to me by lady Gila is missing" He said to the guard behind him.

"One of the Slaves took it when she was attempting to run away this morning" He responded with his head down.

He groaned and removed his coat, stretched it to the guard and he instantly collected it.

"She took it or stole it?" He grunted displeased by his words.

"Am sorry, my lord" He apologized instantly.

"What did you do to the slave?"

"Nothing has been done yet, we are still......"

"Behead her" He said emotionlessly, his guard opened his mouth in shock but immediately closed it. This isn't the first and it won't be the last, but he just can't get used to it.

"I understand, my lord. A letter came from the lady Gila's estate, her father would like to see you at his home two days from now" He reported.

Simon sighed, exhausted "I understand, you can leave now" He ordered "Yes, my lord" The guard said and was about to leave before his master called him back.

"Carter?" He called him.

"Thank you for today, you may take your leave now" The guard Carter said nothing and left.

It is unusual of him to be thankful, he looked at his master's door, 'is my lord lonely again?' He thought

**********

"Bam, Bam!" The loud bang on the door startled her awake, she wondered what this was about.

'It is still early mornings,' she thought. She was given a room by one of the castle maids to stay for the night, but her sleep was cut short.

She stood up from the small bed, she slept on and made her way to the door, she scratched her hair as she opened the door, standing before her were the women she saw earlier when she arrived.

They were rude to her when she wanted to start a conversation with them, they brutally ignored her. 'So what do they want now?'

"Good morning" The lady at the front said and rushed Imogen inside the room, while the others entered behind them

"Morning, the sky is still dark" Imogen murmured.

"Your room is so untidy and dirty, I feel like vomitting" another of the women said quite dramatically.

"Stop being dramatic, Isabelle" another said while Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"Hello, My name is Poppy, am in charge of you slaves here" The lady who chastised Isabelle said with a friendly smile.

"My name is Imogen, the new slave" Imogen replied with a smile.

"What a nice name you have, what are you girls waiting? Introduce yourselves" Poppy ordered.

"I'm Eva"

"Sophie"

"Ella"

"Charlotte"

"Grace"

"Anabelle"

"Aria" Everyone introduced themselves except Isabelle. Poppy gave her a nasty to force her to introduce herself as the others had done.

"Isabelle, satisfied?" She grunted angry.

"It is nice to meet you lot, but you guys are the only slaves here?"

"Why? Are you disappointed? Were you expecting more?" Poppy questioned.

"I am sorry for my rudeness" Imogen apologized and bowed her head.

"It is ok, everyone gets curious at first. But not all last to tell the story, of course, Master Simon has a lot of slaves. But let's say we are the survivors of his wrath"

"What happened to the rest?" Imogen asked curious.

"They died, beheaded or poisoned. That is how it is here, in order to survive, you mustn't break any rules set by Master Simon, or else you die" Isabelle said this time. Imogen looked at them all, and they all had this terrified looks on their faces expect Isabelle.

"Is lord Simon that bad?"

"No, bad is an understatement. He is horrible, the dread lord who implant fears on everyone around him, the devil himself. He is wicked on the bed too, I pity you. You look young to be here, now that the introductions are done, I will take my leave" She turned, flicked her hair and left the room, some of the girls also followed her.

Poppy and Aria stayed back with Imogen.

"I hate it when she does that, she acts like she is the queen here" Aria said showing her dissatisfaction.

"Well, she is the queen. The favourite of Master Simon, she is the only one who had slept with him, more than five times" Poppy mentioned which caught Vera's attention.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Oh" Poppy faced her. "Among everything Isabelle said, the correct thing in there is that Master Simon never sleeps with a sex slave more than twice. But only Isabelle has broken the record, she has slept with the master more than five times, that makes her untouchable" Poppy explained while Vera nodded.

She deserves it, amongst all the slaves, she is the prettiest, she has the skin liked to a pearl which glows with an endowed body that makes her look so tempting than any other slave.

"Who knows, that might change now that you are here, you aren't bad at all" Poppy said while Aria nods her head in agreement.

"I don't know, I don't think am ready to be in his bed not to talk of being his favourite"

"Well, you don't have a choice" Aria said and exits the room.

"She is right, and also I noticed you call Master Simon, lord Simon. You should stop, and don't get caught by him or his guards. To us, his slaves, we can't address him as others do, we must call him master not lord" She adviced with a stern look.

"I apologize, I will make sure to keep that in mind"

"Of course, I will see you when the sun rises. Then we will talk about the rules in this castle, and also how to satisfy the master when it is your turn to serve him" Poppy stated.

Imogen could feel her heart beat faster, it beats out of fear. Poppy could see how scared she was, who won't be scared. Not able to satisfy him means dead on the spot, but you succeed in satisfying him also means punishment.

"Don't worry too much, you still have a week to...." She was unable to finish her statement when they heard a scream from outside.

They ran out of Imogen's room, towards the commotion.

When they got outside, they saw the other girls all shocked, some trembling, while some just stood still.

"What happened?" Poppy asked.

"Maya was found" Aria answered with tears. She moved out of the way and revealed a body with its head severed, on the floor in a pool of blood.

"She was beheaded" Aria said pointing to the head on a pole before them.

"Ah! ah!" Imogen screamed terrified, she went to a corner and vomited.

Isabelle walked to her and whispered to her. "This is nothing, you haven't seen anything yet"

"Welcome to hell, darling"