Rhoxana was miserable.

Only a few weeks earlier, she had been a simple fisherwoman, one among many on her little island on the southern seas. Her days consisted of mending nets, drying seaweed underneath the warm sun, and filling her woven baskets with all manner of fish and shellfish to trade for everyday supplies.

When the slavers came, and snatched her away—it had been a day like any other. It all had happened so quickly: one moment Rhoxana was sitting on her fishing boat about to cast her nets, and then the next there was a strange man grabbing her from behind. A splitting pain to the back of her head had Rhoxana’s world go black before she could even scream, and when she awoke, she was stuffed in an iron cage like some common mongrel.

And it was freezing.

For weeks Rhoxana traveled with chains around her wrists and ankles, given only rags to wear by her captors. There were ‘lessons’ too, meant to keep Rhoxana obedient and raise her value.

It was no great secret that her captors planned to sell her off as someone’s house thrall. It was why they kept their beatings to a minimum, not breaking skin nor drawing blood.

The day she was to be sold, Rhoxana saw herself bathed for the first time in weeks, washed and scrubbed until the dirt and grime came away from her warm brown skin. Her long dark hair too was combed, with small braids woven in like the styles of the local women.

Rhoxana sat inside of her cage, listening to the others be sold off. One went for two hundred copper crowns to some farmer; another for three hundred. One by one the slavers’ cages emptied out, until it was finally Rhoxana’s turn to be dragged out.

A crowd of jeering men welcomed her, whistling and hollering. Their shouting only grew louder as Rhoxana’s rags were ripped from her body, revealing her buxom curves. She was a young woman, just shy of twenty, whereas these men were old enough to be her father. She was dark where they were pale.

A voice howled, “Finally! Ain’t you a fuckin’ beaut!”

“You’re coming home with me, girl!”

“Look at her fuckin’ tits!”

One of Rhoxana’s captors came up from behind her, and roughly shoved her shoulder to get her to turn. She did so with trembling knees. Her face was hot, her eyes wet with shame.

“Take a good look! Straight from the southern isles, you ain’t seen anything like her before, not with skin like that. If you’re looking for a house thrall, you’ll be hard-pressed to find any better! Teach her to cook, clean—she’ll be more than happy to warm your beds too! Any whelps you get from her sure as hell won’t go hungry.”

Rhoxana lifted her eyes to face the crowd, her heart leaping into her throat.

“Bidding starts at five hundred copper crowns!”

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