The country had not yet fully gained back its splendor after the war and though slavery was on its way to being illegal on English soil it was in England that slavery auctions and sales were still being held.
It was on a rather cloudy November day that a grand sale was being held in the town square. Dozens upon dozens of slaves were up for sale and among them was a young woman by the name of Champagne. She looked to be about 20 and she stood out aong the others. Her pale skin stood out and her lithe body brought her attention. She had a meatl collar around her neck and shackles around her ankles. She was chained to a pole and her eyes were wide and the deepest crimson color. Her hair fell down her back in waves of black that looked deep purple.
Though her hair was sleek and well kept she wore a dress that was tattered and torn and did very little to hide the luscious curves of her body. The bodice of the dress was vulgarly low and it did nothing to conceal her breasts as she stood there with her hands chained before her. Champagne kept her head bowed as she was oggled and stared at, only lifting her head every now and again to snarl at passersby, but she was quickly whipped harshly by a nearby gaurd.
Sweetness_21 · Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 01:52am · 1 Comments |