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     I was led from the stage, blindfold still in place and hands still bound behind me.  Warm hands were on my arms guiding me down steps and through the crowd.  I could feel the heat of their bodies as I passed them and heard the tittering of their whispers.

     I was brought to a stop in front of something. 

      “Step up,” ordered a unfamiliar voice.  It was deep and forceful but soft at the same time. 

      I lifted my foot and after a lot of work found the step and with a shove behind entered the carriage and sat.

     This one was much different than the one I had been in earlier.  This one reeked of money.  Literally.  I could smell fresh plush leather and the seat beneath me was soft and comfortable. 

     There was a lurch to carriage as the man entered and a slamming of the door.  Another bang and the carriage began moving.

     Warm hands came up to touch my face and I flinched away from the unexpected contact.  The hands paused for a moment then gently untied the blindfold from around my eyes.

     I blinked a few times thankful for the dimness of the carriage. 

     Leaning forward, elbows on his knees and the black cloth that had served as my blindfold dangling from his fingers was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen but the awe of such a man in front of me quickly died with my next thought.  My new master.

     This was the man who had paid such an outrageous amount of gold for me to become his slave.

     His eyes were a deep piercing color of blue that I did not think I had ever seen before.  They reminded me of the ocean during the day but somehow different. 

     His hair was black as the night sky and in complete disarray around his face.

     My blonde hair that reached to my mid back and my light brown eyes suddenly seemed to ordinary compared to this man’s colors.

     He suddenly smirked crossing his arms leaning back. 

     “A witch?” he questioned with the uplift of a brow.

     I was confused.  Yes I was witch or sorceress or whatever it was but why would that make him look as if he was ready to laugh?

      “I have met a few witches in my time and you don’t remind me of them.”

     I snorted and rolled my eyes.  “What did you expect?  An old woman with a big nose and warts?”

     His eyes narrowed not in anger but in silent disbelief. Then he laughed quietly. “No but most witches are older women.  How old are you?  You cannot be a day past seventeen.”

     “Eighteen,” she muttered staring off to the side angrily.  If her hands had been unbound she would have crossed them at that moment.

      He chuckled and she glared.

      “Well,” he said leaning back against his seat.  “It seems that even though I had never planned on it I have now just acquired myself with a slave that I paid highly for.”

      “If you didn’t want me then you shouldn’t had paid the money.”

      “I never said anything about not wanting you,” he said with a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes and suddenly I felt as if he wasn’t talking about slavery any longer.

     “Considering I paid a high price for you then I will expect you to be a most faithful slave.

     I raised a brow in question or disbelief I wasn’t entirely sure.

     He smiled flashing his unnaturally white teeth.  “It’s all very simple.  You will be treated much like one of my servants only you will not be paid.  You will work twice as hard and…be worth what I paid for you.”

     My eyes narrowed.  I couldn’t help but sense some sort of hidden message in that sentence.  What exactly did this crazy—but gorgeous—man expect me to do?

     Silence soon reined in the carriage as the man continued making me feel awkward by staring at me without stop.

      I learned to ignore him by scooting to the far left of my seat and leaning my head against the carriage wall.  Soon I was asleep.

((sorry it took so long to get up!!))