"Put the Female ones in that one, and the children in the other. Skin the others. There pelts will be good profit." Slaughter gestured with his gun as he held the detached ears of Bez. Jez dead on the ground having tried to attack him again.
Pelts.
The fur of minks have a soft that thats even greater than the best of sheep or a kittens. High amounts of keratin in their fur. Even when matted with sweat and blood, their fur is like silk. Because of this, many fur coats from certain manufacturers are made of Mink fur.
Dezzi however, was near comatose. As they were dragged away from the sight of their dead parents.
The rest was like a blur. Children surrounded them. Cramped in kennels. Women the same, constantly ogled at by the slavers as they were all forced from their clothes.
Then there was the lights of the auction house. Forced on stage. Lights blinding as a row of women and children were chained and collared on the wood.
Starting bid of 1.7 Million. Then 5. Then 10. Then 20. And a sudden cost of 100. Then 250. 500.
Sold.
The Lights were so bright that they couldn't see who had bought them.
All they knew was that their shoes were fine. So fine, so intricate. Polished to a mirror sheen so that for the first time in weeks they saw themselves in the reflection.
The entire time they were forced to never look up. Least that be reprimanded with the harsh crack of a crop whip.
The voyage took a day. It was storming. And yet, when they were forced from the ship. It was daylight.
And within minutes, screams filled the air as a red hot brand met their flesh. Forever marking them as something that was nothing more than property.
Follow, Clean, Follow, Stand, Follow. Sleep.
The Halls were always so clean. So fine. The trim of the wood near the floor was so intricate.
Chandeliers similarly finely made. Flames flickering. The polish against them shined. It was like everything was constantly in a state of sterileness. Dezzi could see themselves on a surface at any time if it was metal. Just as the Rest of the minks could
Huge murals canvases. Faces they recognized as one of the Dragons that pulled them around by leash.
But they were only ever able to get a look at them from behind. Never from the front. Lest the crop meet them like the others did for looking up at them above the neck.
Clean, Follow, get tugged. Here the moans from the other rooms from the Minks they'd grown up with. From sex or from beatings. Get dragged along. Forced to do tricks. Stand on your hands. Light your hands up with electro, run in a circle. Fetch the ragged toy with your teeth on all fours.
Years passed like this. The Female Rabbits, Bats, Cats, and any thing that could be used a source of relief had died. Or succumb to blood loss from birth. Where the children were then forced to become slaves the same.
The babes became children. Dezzi 8. Blue hair and tipped ears flourished. And despite the malnourished and sleep deprived, where they learned to go without sleep that prevailed even to the current day, their fur was like silk that the Dragon Gods couldn't keep their grubby hands from
More years passed that Dezzi was almost into their childhood at the Age of 11, when finally, after years atop the Red Line, in the Holy Land of Sacred Eden, at a house they never learned the name of, they were leashed and taken outside.
They'd grown so used to the house, and the same rooms. Never were they allowed upstairs. And despite that the Mansion felt like an Ant hill of specialty rooms. Smoke room, reading room, lounge, sunroom. And even more rooms that they'd never seen. And yet it could be months before they saw the same room twice.
But when they finally met the smooth stone walkway that moved on their own, they were able to see just how big this land was. Each house was different yet the same. So intricately crafted, and maintained by Slaves.
Fishmen sweeping the streets, or large humans forced to carry the large weights from Dragons.
Each Dragon was so finely dressed. Silks, cotton, fabrics. Hand crafted and sewn by expert tailors. Capes, coats, scarfs. The Fashion they adorned was so brazen and loud. They all blended into one another yet were distinguished at the same time.
Their ships were like that of water born mansions. Filtered vents to keep the 'Outside Air' out. Making sure the only air they breathed were pure and 'dignified'
If it hadn't been for the storm that struck by the time they'd almost reached their destination.
Thunder clapped, when a stray bolt of lightning struck the top mast, causing the ship to rely on its engines. But it was far too late for that.
Screams and shouts filled the air as Slaves took the chance to break away from their masters. They'd rather leap in chains to the water than risk staying aboard any longer.
Dezzi hadn't thought at that time to leap, but with the grace of another mink. They jumped to the ground below. The water fizzled out the worn collar, turning the internal explosive to useless weight. They'd worn it for so long, and had such obedience that the metal was never thought to be replaced.
The 11 Year old mink waded in water on a broken piece of wood in the storm. Only for a Ships light to catch them.
For anyone else, it'd been hope. But for Dezzi. The thought they had that is was going to nothing more than another master to serve.
Though. This was only partially true. Even though they treated Dezzi well. Giving them a bed to sleep and food to eat. It was always scarps. And a batch of hay as bedding
Only because these sailors. Didn't know that they were a mink. Thinking that they were no more better than a wild rabbit to take care of.
This continued for months until one day, a cold chill filled the air. And the Ship was docked.
It stayed docked for days, as Dezzi watched from a porthole the Sailors trade.
Snow covered the cobblestone roads as thick coated humans smiled and conversed. The sound was so different from the sneers and forced smiles that they'd seen before. Making their ears twitch as they'd watch for hours
Something inside them grew. A sense of warmth even in the sub temperatures of this Island. The Island of Drumvolc.
On the Last day of the Sailors trading voyage. Dezzi sneaked out of the Ship and made a run for it into the Forest!
Running through the Forest, the crunch of the Snow beneath their feet, did they finally feel, for the first time in their lives, that they were free!
But this Feeling was short-lived.
For, it was only two days later did a full moon rise through the air. The unknowing mink staring into it…