Escaping Fate - Ja'far X Reader

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The grinding of wheels on the rocky ground screamed in my ears, it was exhausting. The sound of my new master chit-chatting with the coach driver was a bit loud and obnoxious, but it was different than my last one. I was certainly glad that he sold me, but even out of his grasp, I was just as bound as before. I hated being separated from Aliya and Zuri, but the situation was not mine to control.

I sat in the back of the coach, my feet crossed, and my head held low. There was no use in saying anything, for it is custom to keep quiet. I shifted anxiously as my nerves turned to fire; thoughts running in and out of my head, randomly and overwhelmingly. I bowed my head and clasped my hands together, the sound clanking loudly in the back of the coach, causing the man to turn around. He stared at me, our eyes connecting. His dark eyes were like those of a cat, wide but deceiving. His mouth moved slowly, "What are you doing back there?" My eyes widened as I stuttered over my words quietly, "P-praying, sir." My head fell, avoiding the eye contact that I had carelessly made, hoping for the best.

The older man chuckled, "Go ahead and pray to your gods." With that, he turned his back on me and continued his conversation with the driver. Laughing, his eyes shot back at me, then he went silent.

"Girl, what's your name?" He quizzed harshly.

My head shot up at his bipolar behavior; my eyes went wide, "(Y-y/n), sir." He waved his hand and grunted, turning back around — completely ignoring my response. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as my ears buzzed. To keep myself from losing consciousness, I went over the events of my day, to think that I had been 'home' only a few hours ago. I had laughed with my closest friends and said goodbye. I had gone to auction . . . The image of the young man who had attempted to win me shot through my head. Who was that? And who was the other boy with him?

My thoughts were interrupted when the cart came to a sharp stop, my eyes wandered to the front of the cart, I guess we were here. My old master lived in the far western province of the Leam Empire, but this man, my new master, lived in Remano — the capital. The laughing and conversation soon ended and my new master, who had yet to introduce himself, sighed and snapped his fingers loudly, causing me to jump slightly.

"Get out," The man grumbled and waved his hand in my direction, "We're here." He jumped off the coach, quickly ducking into the home. I quickly scrambled to my feet, almost tripping over the iron links that bound me. By now, the sun had begun to rise, the light spilling over the city, slowly lighting the entrance of the large manor. My eyes squinted to keep out the overwhelming brightness, since my hands were bound in lighter chains to my ankles, I had no way to shield my (E/c) eyes from the sun.

A strong wind blew through the sky, sending my (H/c) (H/l) hair into a mess. I ducked my head quickly and tried to fix it. Noticing my frantic movements, the coach driver, bless his soul, quickly ran his hand through my hair in an attempt to help me. Thanking him quietly, I bowed in his direction and averted my eyes, silently thanking the gods for people like him.

The master came marching back out of the house, barking demands at the servants who had come to the coach to get his things. His eyes traveled the crowd, soon landing on me. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his eyes on me, his voice rang through the courtyard, "You, girl! Get over here!" He ordered.

My feet moved as quickly as I could, shuffling on the ground and scuffing up some dirt along the way. The doors to the manor opened as I followed this new man inside. The estate was amazing. Paintings hung from the walls; different tapestries and curtains hung from the windows. A grand staircase with glimmering white stone and colored glass on the ceiling in the pattern of a gladiator's arena. I had seen similar imagery before.