Unwanted

As soon as the guy left I breathed out a sigh of relief. It was strange having someone here at such early hours in the morning. My owners would be furious if they knew that I was still working and not sleeping, like I promised them I would be.

“Be sure to be asleep by one 1 am, Ava, or else punishment will be issued.” They told me before I left for work.

Pfft, sleep my ass. This was the only time I get away from them so I sure as hell wasn’t going to waste it by sleeping. It wasn’t that important.
I sat on the couch in the staff room at the back small coffee shop, just sitting in silence. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I barely looked at him but from the short glimpse that I took I knew enough. He was a tall, tattooed man with three lip piercings: one on the left, one in the middle and one on the right. He had a nice face structure from what I saw but I refused to look for long. My owners would go crazy if they knew how much I was thinking about this stranger.
But his voice replayed in my mind.

“I’ll see you around, my beautiful dancing barista.”

Did he really think I was beautiful?
No, he couldn’t.
No one ever did.

My eyes were beginning to droop, it was almost 6 am. Maybe I should sleep a few hours never killed anyone, right?

*time skip to 11 am*

“Ava, wake the fuck up! Someone is calling and they want to talk to you.”

I shot upright, shit what time was it?
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock, it was 11 am. Had I really slept for 5 hours without a nightmare? Wow, that was rare.
Oh wait, someone wanted to talk to me.
I stood up and walked over to where the girl was standing, I didn’t even know her name.
She passed the phone to me and quickly exited the room.

“Hello?”

“That’s hello Sir to you, slave.” he spat. Even over the phone I could hear the venom in his voice.

Ahh shit it’s one of my owners.

“Sorry sir, how can I help you?”

“You can help me by getting your ass back here so you can shower and attempt to make yourself look pretty, we have a potential buyer coming to look at you all in an hour so you better hurry up!” he said, before hanging up.

For fucks sake, I’m at work. How can he expect me to be able to get off work on such short notice?
I heard a knock on the door.

“A trainee is here, you can go home and sleep or whatever it is that you do.” She said.

“Okay, thank you.”

Great, now I had to run to get back if I wanted to stand any chance of being showered and dressed up within an hour.

I shoved my clothes into my bag; I didn’t have time to change out of my work clothes. I pushed open the back door and began to run. By the time I was back at the slave house, I was completely out of breath. Damn I was unfit. Either way, I forced myself to dash up the stairs. I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Giving the shower a few minutes to heat up, I pulled out a high waisted skirt with studs, a long sleeved black shirt and a black lace bra along with the matching panties which I then laid on my bed. Deciding the shower should now be warm enough; I quickly stripped out of my clothes and stepped in. I didn’t have a minute to waste. I lathered in the mango scented shampoo and began to scrub my body clean. My legs had been shaved the day before, they should be fine. Quickly rinsing out the shampoo, I applied the conditioner. God, this shit takes so much time when you’re in a rush! After I had washed out the shampoo, I shut off the shower and wrapped my body in the towel. I walked into the room and let the towel drop to the floor. I stood, in front of the floor length mirror. How could anyone possibly see me as beautiful? Oh wait, I forgot – they don’t.
I let out a sigh and realised I only had 45 minutes left before I had to be in line downstairs.
Forgetting about my clothes for a few minutes, I decided it would be better if I blow dried my hair and applied my makeup first.

40 minutes later, I had straight, dry hair, clothes on and makeup applied. My makeup for today was pretty simple, just a simple grey smokey eye with winged eyeliner – nothing too fancy.

I slipped on my shoes and began to walk down the stairs. Everyone else was already in the queue – I was the last one but luckily for me, neither of my owners had walked through the door.

I was stood in line for a few minutes, looking at the floor until I heard a door open.
Footsteps resonated around the room. Not just two pairs though- there were three. It had to be my owners and the potential buyer. I stared at the floor, not daring to look up. I watched as their shoes passed me , the buyer must be starting at the end of the line. I waited silently looking at the floor. Every few steps I would hear the person say no but I wasn’t really paying attention. I just wanted this to be over, I was the unwanted one- I don’t even know why I’m brought down here everytime there’s a potential buyer, I’m never chosen so why can’t they just save me the hassle?

At this point, the buyer was only two people away from me. This time I could hear his voice perfectly when he said no. It was his voice and god did it do strange things to me now that I was paying attention. I didn’t have butterflies in my stomach, no they were too gentle. I had bats; it felt like they were trying to escape but of course that wouldn’t happen. My heart was racing and pounding against my chest. I desperately wanted to look up but I couldn’t. I continued to look at the floor.

Polished dress shoes appeared in front of me. I felt a finger on my chin and within a second the man had tilted my head upwards so he could look at my eyes. He wore pure black suit, complete with a black tie. Not a single crease could be seen amongst his suit. His eyes were a deep brown, I could look at them all day, I could get lost in their beauty and his perfectly drawn on eyebrows just completed his look.

“My beautiful dancing barista...it is you.” He whispered.

I glanced to the floor, only to have my head tilted back up.

“I’ll take this one.” He said

Wait, what? He actually wanted me? He's kidding, right?
My owners stepped forward.

“Are you sure you want that one. She’s only ever been punished and has no experience in anything else. Even if we had her restrained to a four post bed she wouldn’t let us do anything. We weren’t going to force her either, that’d be too far. So if you want her, take her. She’s of no use to us. Untrained and unwanted – that’s all she is.”

“Well, clearly she is wanted otherwise I wouldn’t ask for her.” He snarled at them.

He was kind of intimidating if I’m honest. I began to take a step backward so I was closer to the wall but the buyer just wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his body. He was warm – kinda like a hot water bottle except human sized.

“How much do you want for her?” He asked.

As he spoke I could feel his chest vibrate, it was a feeling I could get used to but of course, I can’t get attached to this man. He just wanted to use me.

“Just take her, she’s useless to be and it saves me money.” One of my owners spoke.

The man unwrapped his arm from my waist and walked to the officer with my owners...well ex-owners considering I was just given.

The only thing concerning me now is who is my buyer and what does he want me for.

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