blueteamnovel Chapter 93 Slave Girl
Chapter 93 Slave Girl
i looked down at the girl on auction. she had a green undercut hairdo. she was wearing a green bikini and green sneakers. she looked uncomfortable, scared, confused, and alone. she had mechanical cyberpunk arms.
they looked like flesh, but if you noticed the seams, you could tell where the flesh ended and the mechanical parts began. she also looked angry and stubborn as hell, but she was clearly in over her head.
"this is our only slave on auction for today. her name is mira. we don't have a last name listed. you could give her your last name if you so desire. or not. i don't care," he said.
the auctioneer had a curled light brown mustache, spectacles, and a tall tan hat. he was a little pudgy around the midsection but he did a pretty good job of hiding that behind the podium.
"one thousand dollars, do i hear one thousand dollars? one thousand dollars! do i hear two thousand dollars? two thousand dollars! do i hear five thousand dollars? five thousand dollars! do i hear ten thousand dollars?" the auctioneer said.
'system. can i convert my gold giblets into whatever currency they use here?'
[yes. you may convert your money into whatever currency is used in this game world. you can not do that in real life, but in the game that is easily facilitated]
i put my number up.
"ten thousand dollars! do i hear twenty thousand dollars?" the auctioneer said. it kept going like that for a while. i waited for it to slow down before putting my number up again.
"two hundred thousand dollars! do i hear five hundred thousand dollars? going once. going twice," he said.
i raised my number.
"five hundred thousand dollars! do i hear one million dollars? one million dollars!" he said.
some asshole in another booth was trying to swoop in and steal my girl. this was my girl. i was going to take her out on the town and show her a good time before she fucking died, and this asshole was trying to take that away from her? take that away from us?
no way, no how. i was going to win this auction if it took every last cent i owned. fuck that guy. i put my number up for two million dollars. i know it was early and i still had a lot of money, but it was going to get bad if this guy kept going like this.
"you're right. i don't. why don't you tell me?" i said. "if you tell me what the problem is, maybe i can help you fix it."
"why would you do that for me?" she said. i heard her wipe away her tears, and sniffle.
"because i am not a slave owner, and i don't want you to feel like a slave," i said.
"but i am a slave," she said.
"i know. i'm saying i don't want you to feel like one. why don't you just let me treat you like a normal person who is in no way obligated to keep me company? you could sit down here next to me, and i could order some drinks and food for the booth. how does that sound?" i said, as calmly as i could. i could feel her tension and anxiety even though i couldn't see her.
"i would say it sounds like you're lying, but it really doesn't sound like you are," she said. "are you expecting me to give you a hand job while we eat and drink or something? what's the angle here?"
"i won't say there is no angle, because there always is an angle. you know that well enough. you don't need me to tell you that. but it is an unexpected angle. an angle you're not used to," i said.
"what's that?" she said, still standing behind me, shivering. this time out of being cold, rather than being scared.
"the angle is i want to make someone who has had a rough life, enjoy their life for once. before they die. that would make me feel like i did a good thing, and i love doing good things," i said. "does that make sense to you?"
"i mean, i like doing good things too, so that makes some sense, but i never thought someone like you would feel the same way," she said. read latest chapters at empire
"someone like me?" i said. "what do you mean?" something was off about what she was saying. i couldn't get a handle on what it was, but something wasn't right.
"a rich person. a muckity muck. a big shot. a head honcho. you know, a person who wipes their ass with hundred dollar bills," she said.
"is that how you really see me? you don't see my player id?" i said, confused. it was possible she was playing dumb for the sake of maintaining player immersion, but it felt deeper than that.
"player id? what are you talking about?" she said.
"oh shit," i said. i rubbed my face with my hands. she didn't know she was in a game world. she didn't know she was an npc. why did lara know and this girl didn't? "this is real life for you, isn't it?"
"yeah. of course it is. it isn't for you?" she said.