Floating ||Edmund Pevensie FanFiction||

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🗝️Sweet Escape🗝️
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Gumpas sat on his throne with a satisfied smirk. Charlotte was dressed in a white skimpy silk dress and golden ribbons that barely shielded her skin, with a bowl of fresh blueberries sitting in her hands. She begrudgingly fed him piece by piece, her features brimming with repulsion.

"Mm, such a divine taste, keep going, pet."

She grimaced at her given nickname, but stayed silent. She had already touched a nerve when she squeezed a berry in his face, which earned her a slap across the right cheek. It was bright red and stinging with pain. Despite her moral principles, her punishments convinced her to submit to her owner.

"Keep this up, and I'll reward you later."

She made sure to keep her legs blanketed by the layers of her dress and tucked her arms over her chest at all times. She would hate for her friends to see her in such state, with her dignity stripped away from her.

Just then, from a distance, she noticed two familiar faces coming closer.

"Charlotte!"

"Lucy!" Charlotte reached out to her, only to be yanked back towards the throne by her chained neck.

Eustace stared at Charlotte with his jaw dropped. Then, he shifted his attention to Pug, who abruptly pushed him closer to the stage behind Lucy.

The audience began sending wolf whistles towards the girl on stage in contrast to the previous male slaves. Instantly, they yelled out numbers that rapidly increased with each bid.

"I bid sixty!"

"I bid eighty!"

"One hundred for the little lady!"

"One hundred and twenty!"

"One hundred and fifty!"

Lucy glanced at a group of girls that stared at the ongoing auction in horror. She subconsciously mirrored their fearful expressions with a tinge of humiliation that the male audience objectified her.

"Any more bids?"

When no man dared to challenge such a high price, a signboard was placed over her head to conclude her status.

"Sold!"

As soon as the man handed over his coins, Lucy shrieked as Pug roughly grabbed her and cast her aside to meet her new owner. She gulped as her hands began to tremble tremendously, her eyes meeting the fierce, darkened eyes of the man.

"I hope you enjoy afternoon delights," her new owner insinuated with a sly smirk.

Then, the crowd began to grow as more hooded figures flooded the auction.

"It's been a while since many are seen," Gumpas observed aloud with a smirk, "it must be because of the royals like you. Finally doing something for our slave trades."

Charlotte glared at him.

"And now, for this fine specimen," Pug continued as he hurled Eustace onto the stage, "who'll kick off the bidding?"