Waking up sprawled across a dirty mattress and chained down should've been frightening but it was all Alice had ever known. You get used to sleeping spread out on your back after awhile. Your back no longer aches and you don't seem to notice your limbs falling asleep before you do. She'd stopped screaming over rats years ago, stopped yanking at her chains and eventually found the chilled confines of her cell to be oddly comforting. After all, it was a hell of a lot better to be in it than out in the master's quarters or with the trainers. Both had a fondness for leaving hideous bruises on the pet's pearly white skin.
She could hear the other girls beg for their freedom when they were dragged in, cry mostly nonstop through their first week, and moan through their nightmares. She never saw their faces but became accustomed to the voices of the ones that had lost most of their sanity and talked through the night. She'd heard hushed whispers of a time when things were different. A time when women weren't just pets to the rich warlords or whores to the middle class. A time where there were native men, with icy blue eyes like hers and hair colors other than black. A time when women could look anyone in the eye, free to look around as she pleased. A time when there was no fear of being beaten, raped, cast aside after she was with child or after her master tired of her or with the most extreme masters; killed.
She didn't have to worry about being with child yet though. Her master had other plans for her. She was to be pure until she was sold to her final master. Which was no problem for her current master which enjoyed the company of The guards. He only used sex as a weapon. He aged his women like wine. Master was to make copious amounts of money from her. She was his favorite pet and she was to be sold today.
Bathing was required daily for slaves but today Alice was to be pampered. Every inch of her was to be inspected like a newborn baby, polished to perfection. Hair cut and styled, fingernails trimmed and painted, feet pedicured, body washed and waxed, face painted. She was to be dressed in the sheerest, silkiest, shortest dress she'd ever laid eyes on and wear the highest heels all the women were trained in. They poked and pulled and prodded, bent her over and spread her wide in the most embarrassing ways. It took hours, from sun up to sun down. With each passing minute Alice's heart raced a little more, nervous for the night ahead of her.
When the birds finally traded their songs over to the crickets one of the gentler trainers ushered her from the salon, blindfolded her and lead her to her tiny glass room in the auctioning hall. The drunken cheers she heard when they entered did terrible things to her already nervous body. She tensed as they made their way to her pedestal and felt the trainers grip on her arm tighten, a warning for her to behave. They were moments from beginning the auction. Her trainer closed the glass door to the outside noise and silence quickly fell upon then.
When the trainer finally removed her blindfold and gave her permission to look around she caught a pair of stunning blue eyes staring back at her. She'd never seen herself before, mirrors weren't allowed around the slaves but that's all that surrounded her now. The masters didn't want the slaves getting big heads. She was beautiful with her inky black hair in curls and piled atop her head save a few strands that fell to frame her heart shaped face complete with pouty lips a pixie nose and big blue eyes, her pale body barely was wrapped in pearly pink silk. She was curvy with a generous chest and legs that seemed to go on for miles. It was at that moment that she finally understood why master had spent most of her 25 years remarking on her beauty. She now understood why she was worth so much to him.
