"Are you going to give us the money or not?" says the greedy man.
This old man is a loans man. A man that gives you a high amount of money for high interest rate, and I was caught in his trap.
"I won't go easy on you just because you are a women Fase."
I was covered in scars from top to bottom, bleeding profusely from the arms, and legs from fighting his weak henchman. They were like goddamn rats appearing endlessly in this abandoned building.
"I already gave you the money asshole."
"Then where is it? My men told me you tried escaping the city before the due date."
"That's because-" I was interrupted by one of his henchmen. Let's call him "D" for dickhead.
"Don't listen to her boss. Mercenaries are greedy people, they would try anything to not lose the money they have."
"Do you hear yourself!? You people!-"
"Your right D, they are greedy. Men! Strip her of all her belongings. Seeing as how she's an elf, we'll make use of her body and work her to death.
Rats, everywhere. They surround me, closing off my only escape route. I couldn't fight them off by my own; I wish a savior existed. Anybody will do. A knight, an adventurer, or even a random tavern girl will do... Yeah, of course nobody comes, what was I expecting?
"Ah, right, I still have some morals. If any of you touch her in anyway sexual, your dead."
Morals? That's to funny. They pin me down, stripping me of all of my belongings. The pouch of copper coins, my broken sword, and my busted breastplate. Other than those, there wasn't anything else to take.
From here on, two men dragged me across the ground to the outside, and onto a shabby carriage. I did my best, breaking henchmen one's legs and nose, and biting henchmen two's ear off. Nonetheless, I couldn't break free and tired myself out as they came one by one to replace the other. About seven henchmen were replaced before I gave up. I laid there, on the carriage floor, as they took up all the seats. There wasn't anything to be upset about, this was how the world is.
Hours passed as I was finally brought to my destination. It was damp, smelly, and disgusting. This was the alley way, an entrance to the underworld where crimes aren't as much of a crime but an everyday lifestyle.
It was crawling with criminals everywhere you see. On one side, there were those selling stolen items, and some potions that may have been illegal, and on the other, is where I'll end up. The row of slaves were endless. This is just one level of slavery. Those that are on the walls are just barrowed goods, meaning the owner will be given a certain amount of money in exchange of a few days of the slaves use.
"Would you like to end up here? Or there?" It's Mr. D again, pointing at two locations.
The message that this dickhead was sending was that I either become an ingredient for the alchemist, or become a slave. He grabs me by the hair pulling me up to his face.
"I'm sure you would rather become a slave than ending up in somebody's stomach. Of course, this would be better on our end to since depending on who the person is, we can earn as much as we want.'
"Fuck off." With that chance, I spat at him getting a punch to the face from Mr. Dickhead. Not like it hurts after struggling so much in the carriage.
"The boss may have told us not to play with you but that doesn't mean others can't."
Taking me by the hair he drags me to the wall keeping me to the way. He brings out potion out of his pouch forcing me to drink what was inside. The world turned upside down until there was nothing but the dark.