The Slave Trade *ON HOLD!*

Asya has been a slave since she was 6 years old and has been working for the past 12 years of her life. She is now 18 and still working as hard as she can on the ships. The slave day is also coming up soon so she is trying to look her best so people can buy her. She gets brought but to 5 masters. What will they be like? Will they treat her differently?

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4. Slave Day

Asya POV

Today is the day. The day Im hoping I will be taken away from my master and sold onto a new one. Maybe they'll treat me alot better. "GO! YOU NEED TO GET CLEANED UP!" Yelled my master to a 13 year old girl. Ive only known her for about a month or so but shes really nice. Im pushed and shoved around on a very crowded ship. "GO GO GO! OFF THE SHIP AND FOLLOW THE LADY WITH BROWN HAIR!" Yells my mater again. A maid grabs me and shoves me down in a seat infront of a mirror. This is the first time Ive actually seen myself.

Ive got shiny blue eyes, with very curly brown hair. "Ow!" I yell as the maid combs through my notted hair. "Stay still then my lovely!" I just sit there starring at myself and watching her pull my hair about. Once shes done, she applies something called make up all over my face. It takes about 1 whole hour and then she pushes me towards a coat hanger full of dresses,shirts,skirts, etc. "Hi, Im going to be your designer, please go and try these on...."

She hands me a hand full of hangers then pushes me towards a changing room. I tried on a load of t-shirts and trousers but they didnt even fit me! How can people wear this these days? I finally found a nice dark pink and black dress to wear with a pair of black heels. I looked myself in the mirror in the changing rooms. Ive definitely changed. My once knotted, messed up hair is now neatly pulled up into a nice bun. My scruffy face is now covered in make up. Maybe I should consider 'borrowing'? the make up? Yes? No? I think so.

"5 MINUTES! ALL SLAVES MUST BE READY TO BE SHOWN IN 3 MINUTES!" An announcer called out. I smiled widely in the clear mirror and then strutted out the changing rooms. I tried my best to walk professionally in these heels but to be honest, they were already killing me. I was encouraged towards a big stage area where 250 other glamourous people stood. They were probably once slaves themselfs, just like me. I caught one of them starring at me and tried to make a good conversation with her. "You nervous?" She nodded. "Yeah, I really hope someone takes interest into me. Ive been worknig for the same master for 12 years and if I dont get sold, my master will kill me! My names Mollie by the way."

She smiled and nodded at me as if she already knew my story. "My names Asya. Nice to meet you Mollie." I said. "Please welcome, slave number 50!" Mollie was number 50 and I was 52. My heart is now pumping a million times now. "Yay!" Mollie ran over to me and gave me a hug. "Ive been sold!" She looked really happy that she could just cry with happiness right now. "For how much?" I asked. "£150.00!" WOAH! That is a heck of a lot. "Slave number 52!" Oh heck, its me! I walked out and smiled. I looked around to see loads of men just jotting things down on a piece of paper and waving numbers in the air. "£50!" "£100!" "£250!" "£300!" The price just kept climbing.

I never thought that they would buy me at ALL. "Going once,.......Going twice....." Then all of a sudden, someone shouted out a massive price. "£800!" Everyone gasped, even me. "Sold, to the man over there!" I was really happy. I went backstage to Mollie to see her crying. "Whats the matter?" I asked. She sobbed for abit. "I could never be sold for £800.00, You're really lucky. Congrats Asya." I smiled and hugged her. I walked out  and got changed into something comfortable to wear. I was stopped in my tracks where I heard a deep male voice behind me. "Hello, you must be Asya..........."

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