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((Ooc: starting over as I took a long break and the one i was rping with has not posted in a different thread. I am keeping it ask as I want to control the thread and who joins. I would like one willing rp to be the one selling / beating her and one Jedi to buy her and get her out. Pm me and we can discuss details. The one selling her, as mentioned is allowed to down right cruel (no m-rated stuff!). ))
Planet: Tatooine
Place: Central Slave market
Time: mid morning
In a desert planet like this one, suffering was normal. To get money, or stay alive, you had to suffer. One could easily get away from the suffering by hiring another to do the work, but then you would loose money and still suffer.
However, you could get a slave for cheap and work them instead of hiring. In this way, you could have the work done for free. If the slave didn't obey, conditioning and whipping would cure that real quick. If the slave became useless, selling them for the highest price was the norm, as well as shooting them. Some called it "putting them out of their misery, but in reality it was a quick way to dispose of the useless slave that could no longer, or wouldn't work.
A slave had to be quick to learn and just as quick to act. They would adapt to the situation and the master real fast, had to or it would go well for them.
The was the life of a young girl. She had no name, rather she had a number. #24061. She was an all around slave, anything you needed done, for the most part, she would do it. Normally, she would be working till dark, possibly cleaning machinery.
But, not today. Today she was being sold at a slave sale. While many frowned on slavery, it was still around. Word got around that is was illegal, but not one officer of security ever came by to correct the 'problem.' In fact, any whom came would turn a blind eye, even ignore the begging of slaves. The girl never spoke up, it was useless anyways. What would she do with freedom? what was freedom.
Shaking her head, the girl cleared her thoughts as she was pulled up to the front of the row. The tent barely covered her from the beating down sun. today would be another hot day, as was the norm. She could hear other slaves refusing to obey and begged to stay together, if they were families. However, there was no way to ensure this. The girl knew this.
She had been a slave for too long to be hopeful, but today felt different, but why?
She was a slave.... slaves didn't feel.
Planet: Tatooine
Place: Central Slave market
Time: mid morning
In a desert planet like this one, suffering was normal. To get money, or stay alive, you had to suffer. One could easily get away from the suffering by hiring another to do the work, but then you would loose money and still suffer.
However, you could get a slave for cheap and work them instead of hiring. In this way, you could have the work done for free. If the slave didn't obey, conditioning and whipping would cure that real quick. If the slave became useless, selling them for the highest price was the norm, as well as shooting them. Some called it "putting them out of their misery, but in reality it was a quick way to dispose of the useless slave that could no longer, or wouldn't work.
A slave had to be quick to learn and just as quick to act. They would adapt to the situation and the master real fast, had to or it would go well for them.
The was the life of a young girl. She had no name, rather she had a number. #24061. She was an all around slave, anything you needed done, for the most part, she would do it. Normally, she would be working till dark, possibly cleaning machinery.
But, not today. Today she was being sold at a slave sale. While many frowned on slavery, it was still around. Word got around that is was illegal, but not one officer of security ever came by to correct the 'problem.' In fact, any whom came would turn a blind eye, even ignore the begging of slaves. The girl never spoke up, it was useless anyways. What would she do with freedom? what was freedom.
Shaking her head, the girl cleared her thoughts as she was pulled up to the front of the row. The tent barely covered her from the beating down sun. today would be another hot day, as was the norm. She could hear other slaves refusing to obey and begged to stay together, if they were families. However, there was no way to ensure this. The girl knew this.
She had been a slave for too long to be hopeful, but today felt different, but why?
She was a slave.... slaves didn't feel.
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