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She kept her eyes firmly downcast as she was gradually shuffled forward in the long line of prisoners, all taken to be appraised by potential owners. The magic dampening shackles that adorned each and every one of their wrists, ankles, and necks clinked softly with each forward movement. Besides the bands of cold, enchanted metal encasing their limbs, they had all been stripped naked and blasted with cold water earlier that morning so that those perusing the long line of merchandise could clearly and completely appraise their potential acquisitions.
After what felt like an eternity, she was shuffled into the front line. Each prisoner was precisely spaced out and positioned. Her skin crawled as she could feel their eyes on her, drinking in her milky skin and soft curves. Their minds were no doubt alight with lecherous visions of what they would do with their new pets. She wanted nothing more than to drop dead on the spot as she felt their dirty, calloused hands on her body, assessing her worth. Her countenance, however, displayed no trace of her discomfort, knowing that to do so would mean death, if she was lucky. She tried to appear as demure and unassuming as possible, hoping that she wouldn’t be chosen—hoping beyond all hope that she would be sent back to the concentration camp to live out her days in squalor and servitude.
She should have known, however, that the fates would never be so kind to her. Dread steeped every fiber of her being as she felt that savage scar on her forearm pulse with energy. The man before her was roughly pushed aside as someone else took his place. She only needed to see the tips of those unforgettable dragonhide heels peeking out from underneath a dress seemingly made of shadows to know that her fate was sealed.
A firm hand roughly gripped her chin and jerked her head up to meet those dark, glittering eyes, sharp nails digging into her skin. The woman’s lips twisted into a vicious grin as her prey was forced to meet her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t look away.
“Ah” she purred, “there you are, my pet. I’m sorry I took so long to find you. Enforcing our new regime took more legwork than I originally anticipated.” Her tone was nonchalant, as if she were discussing the weather.
The hand not holding her chin trailed down her body to seize her wrist. Warm, soft fingers stroked the scar on her forearm, causing pleasure to shoot through her body. She couldn’t suppress the soft intake of breath at the sensation.
The dark witch in front of her let out a deep chuckle, “Hm did my little mudpuppy miss me? Well, no need to worry any longer pet, I can assure you that you’ll never leave my side ever again.”