3rd person POV
Morrigan Crow was terrified as she heard the cold, familiar voice of the auctioneer speaking words she knew to be English, but couldn't separate one from another. Her mind fogged up as a cloyingly sweet-smelling scent filled her nose, and something soft was pressed against her face. Slowly, her limbs relaxed against her will, and soon, everything went dark. She woke to the sound of a crowds' jeering, and quickly discovered that she was chained to a seat. Not a very comfortable one. One of the members of the crowd wore a reflective mask of some creature she'd never seen before. She studied her prison in it, and her cheeks flushed with anger. In between two giant cupped hands (fake ones) rested the seat in which she was chained. It wasn't really a seat, more as a perch. She balance precariously in the middle of a dazzling white wave-like structure that looked like the pictures of a water droplet hitting a watery surface, suspended in time. She thought it was beautiful, but felt her face flushing to a feverish point, knowing that they were mocking her unique ability as a wundersmith. She realized that wunder was forming in her hands, and quenched it, refusing to give those stupid people what they wanted. The auctioneer moved onto her;
"This young lady, folks, is a wundersmith." He caressed her face with his rough, calloused hand, and she snapped, retaliating with her teeth. She drew blood, which she spit into his face, but he only laughed.
"How fiesty this one is. Well, for 10% added to her price, state-of-the-art chains, and a muzzle come with her."
The spectators exchanged glances filled with malice and glee. Their smiles shook Morrigan to the bone, and she thrashed, desperate to escape. Then she heard the crack of a whip and a searing pain. This made her thrash harder. Again, she heard the sound before she felt the whip. She clenched her teeth against the cry rising in her throat.
This went on, and she refused to give in to the auctioneer, never crying out or stopping her thrashing. The auctioneer only smiled coldly and shook his head playfully. He pinched her cheek between his thumb and forefinger, still smiling oddly.
"Well. This one will clearly have to be tamed, so for only 5% added price, song with the chains and muzzle, you can have this cart!" A tray of torture devices was rolled out, filled with horrible, terrifying things. The attendant carefully removed the storage holding the devices and unfurled a table, complete with restraints. Morrigan felt faint at the sight. But she still kicked her legs and thrashed, mostly just to cause a scene now.
The auctioneer grabbed the chains connected to the cuffs on her hands and yanked her forward by the chains, like she was an animal on a leash. This made her mad, and she snapped at the auctioneer again once she was close enough. He simply snapped a muzzle on her. She felt so humiliated, and so much more anger. She kicked the auctioneer in his sweet spot, and tried to run, but she was caught by her chains. The auctioneer quickly recovered and strapped her onto the table.
"Whoever buys her gets to take a go at her," he cackled cruelly . Morrigan passed out, the fear and exhaustion too much for her.
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