Six

6

They walked towards the door, that leads to the bath room, they saw the other slaves were there sitting and checking out their dresses, You could hear whispering and murmuring, even though they tried to keep their voice low, they still heard what the slaves said.

"They look at the dress with contempt and hatred."

Sharriah said, looking at the other slaves who were making out signs of scowls and malice.

"They dont have to be mad for the clothes, they have to bear this hatred to the slave authorities."

Envaline said, now walking to a corner where she saw her name written on the desk and she saw some piece of clothing, Margret and Sharriah following after her, when Envaline raised the clothe up, she gasped, it was a piece of clothing which could only cover the breast part of her body, then a cut in between which was joined together to cover the down side of her body, the clothing was totally just covering only her upper layer and down layer of her body.

"What rubbish, we won't wear this piece of clothing"

Sharriah said, these clothings were only meant for whores, even though they wanted to treat them like whores and slaves like they always do, this was too extreme, she wasn't sure if there was any other pride left in her or any other slaves in here.

"They are going too extreme with their act, they wanna sell us stack naked, leaving us without no ounce of pride."

She blurted out, if she was gonna be sold like this to the whole world, then she does not think she will have the pride to talk and raise her head up without feeling ashamed of her self, she saw Envaline came close to her, holding her hands as she talked.

"Sometimes, we have to do things we don't wanna do, especially when we are slaves, we have no hope, no voice our own, no courage to voice out our thoughts, so we just keep mute and read the signs of the wall, and guess what the signs on the wall says."

She said, giving a pause and looking at Sharriah.

 "It says never to give up, and it says again, we will find good masters."

Envaline said, her voice sounding strong, this was the last days of been in this dungeon and she can't risk not getting sold, even if that cost her to loose her sight or appearing naked.

"Is that a vision, or some kind of powers."

Sharriah asked, looking quite surprised at her best friend remark,

"Didn't you hear me say it is a guess you woman"

She said, smashing her body on hers, hugging her tightly.

"We smell like dirts, let's go wash up."

Envaline said, walking to the bath.

As Sharriah stepped into the cold water, it felt like blocks of ice were been kept inside the bath, making it chilly cold, as she dipped her head into the water, the coldness of the water made the raging emotion she had built ever since she woke up this morning quieting, the coldness of the water, cooling her down, she stayed in the water for minutes before she heard a noise from the room, she raised her head up, she saw Veronica, she wore nothing and was stack naked from her head to her feet, she walked majestically to the middle of the room, bringing out her own pair of clothing, which looked worser than hers, she smiled at the clothing in her hands, obviously liking the clothes In an instant. 

"Talking about the devil, look at her, how she parades her self in the building without any ounce of shame or regret, she probably likes the clothing that was given to us"

Margret said, with distaste in her voice, without asking, you will know that she loathed Veronica, she remembered how she once crossed her paths and she never reacted to her insults, if she had done that, her life in the slave establishment would be more painful than what she had been experiencing, she is the whore establishment after all, and having her fellow whores follow her about never helps the situation.

"Wow, what a beautiful piece of article to wear for an auction, Lydia, I can't wait to get sold, I can't wait to give my master any raw position he wants me to have with him"

Veronica said, her eyes brightening by the thoughts of having her own master, who will enjoy her to the fullest and maybe set her free to live a free life, after all, nothing comes freely, she looked up at the right hand side of the building, she saw Margret, whom she always knew to be an enemy.

"Oooh, I never knew that you were here"

She said, walking towards Margret.

"I was not expecting to see you here, aren't you getting so excited to be sold, especially, pleasing your master, in an erotic and intimate way."

She said hoarsely, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"She enjoys being a slave....."

Margret whispered to Sharriah, she is right, she is indeed a whore, and for once, she prayed Veronica won't be sold to an evil master. 

"Your tongue got tied huh..." 

Veronica said again staring at Margret.

"Ooooh, you already made friends with the murderer, well, we all are murderers, aren't we."

She snickered, looking at Sharriah. 

"Yes, murderers and slaves, we all are in the same boat, just that you have fucked with all the men in the establishment, why I haven't"

Sharriah said, looking at Veronica glared at her with anger....

"Hahahaha, why acting so innocent slut, you think the warden didn't told me, the way he banged you so hard, that you screamed his name to the roof top, so sweetheart, don't tell me anything about being dirty, we all are dirty....."

Veronica said, looking at her, she could hear whispers around the room and this made her happy, seeing someone challenging her was something she did not take so slightly with.

"I was raped, defiled against my own will...."

She said, stepping out from the bath, her nakedness never made her shook.

"Hahahaha, rape, there is nothing like been raped in the establishment, we give our self willingly...."

Veronica said, looking at the other slaves for approval over what she said, and she heard signs of approval from the crowd, Veronica turned towards Sharriah, staring at her with a smirk on her face, she loved seeing how she makes her disoriented, looking foolish.....

Sharriah looked at her, her fist folded tightly, and she felt like wiping those smirk out from face, but Envaline came, holding her hands, 

"Is OK, let's wear our dress and leave here, you know, she doesn't worth your time"

Envaline whispered, she did not want her best friend loosing control of her self, and Veronica was not worth it, she handed the clothes that was given to them by the establishment to Sharriah,

"Yeah, she does not worth it"

She said loudly, to the hearing of Veronica, but Veronica never mind if she was talked to in a bad manner, what matters is that, everyone knows who she is. Sharriah wore her dress, the dress too tight and revealing for her, it was a dress meant for a slave, it exposed her half part of her breast, her tighs in full display and it made her uncomfortable, she did not expect the establishment to serve them fine linens because she was a slave, and a slave never got anything good.

"And the dress, made you look more like a slut"

Veronica said again, really, pissing her off, Veronica was slightly jealous of Sharriah, her body is just like a goddess and it made her wonder if she was human.

"Awwwww sweety, are you so jealous, because she have more thicker hips than you, I I never knew you could be so irritating and jealous, moreover, she does not have to beg her master to lay her, her master will be the one on his knees, asking for her mercy...."

Envaline said, pushing Sharriah to the exit of the bath room, she could hear Veronica shouting at her, 

"This is not the end bitch"

Veronica Screamed.....