<i>Ellariya sat curled up shivering from the cold piercing through her made even worse by the bruises left untreated. The heavy iron gate creaked echoing down the corridor along with the twist of keys followed by heavy foot steps. Ellariya raised her head as the sound of chatter approached closer. "I'll take her for 75..." the first to appear was the owner of the slave pen a bulky middle aged man dressed ruggedly who gave her a look of disappointment as he shook his head. Then him, a bearded man dressed in a Black Kain followed by two other heavy built bodyguards, ex gladiators from the looks of them. She took into account the look owner gave her as he locked in the keys and opened the door to her cell after pocketing a meager sum of only 45 gold. Ellariya clenched her teeth at the exchange, The eldest daughter of the Mahanoum family being sold as a dusty old rag.<br/>
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Broken, hungry left weak and in no position to want more of what had already happened her eyes seemed as though they shivered. It was clear she had been spent her time grieving. The tears had been been fresh and her eyes turned wet yet again as she looked up at the man in fear causing her to look down as if she had accepted her fate, waiting to see what happens next jerking her hand backwards as the two men pulled her up only to give in and stand up following a second pull, her legs trembled from the hunger and thirst, her vision blurred as she stumbled along unable to keep up with how fast they had been dragging her along, "Just get it over with please... please.." Her voiced cracked as tears rolled down her eyes, she had given up and vengeance was not something that had been in her mind.<br/>
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Her consciousness came about in bits as she had passed out opening her eyes loosely aware that she had been taken somewhere by this well dressed noble? yet not so observant to think where, though a thought had passed her mind why a single man? where were the rest of them? was i not to be executed? she thought to herself drifting from a state of drowsiness.<br/>
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Owen's voice echoed in her ears "Drink this..." her eyes opened gradually as the blur vanished "then get some rest Ellariya" she jolted up at sight of Owen holding out the glass at her before her response however she exhaled in pain wrapping a hand around her ribs, forcing her to lay back down. "Have those men defile me already! what are you waiting for?! end it!" The voice left her as her lips trembled only for her to bite them violently as she hissed at herself turning to the side out of anger the truth was that fate had turned her into something she despised.</i>