Nicholas left the black market soon after the auction was over, arriving at the slave establishment thirty minutes later.
He made his way to the Warden's office, knocking on the door before entering.
"Oh, Nicholas. You're here." The Warden had a smile plastered on his scarred face. "Join me." He said handing him a bottle of beer which he accepted.
"I heard about the auction."
That would explain his happy mood.
"I still think it wasn't a good idea to sell the girl without properly training her."
"Don't be a fool, Nicholas. Because of her, we were able to make five hundred thousand today. Something that has yet to happen over one slave."
Nicholas nodded. "You're right." He drank the beer in his hand. Not his usual, but it was okay.
"Make sure more girls like her are brought here. We need more sales like these."
"Yes, Sir." Nicholas nodded in understanding. "There's something else."
"A problem?"
Nicholas shook his head. "No. Some customers have scheduled a visit to the establishment personally."
"A week from today."
The Warden nodded. "Make sure more young girls are brought in before that time. This is an opportunity to make a lot of money. We can't afford to f*ck this up."
"Yes, Sir. I will leave now." The Warden waved him off, and he walked out of the office.
****
The drive to her owners house had taken a while – like three hours or more – but they had finally arrived.
She stepped out of the car, immediately being greeted by the magnificent mansion. It was really, really, really, big.
She stood there, mouth open, staring in awe at the palace-like mansion. How loaded was her owner anyway? How could one afford to live in such a place?
Looking at the house, she felt like she had been living under a rock the entire time. This was far beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
"Let's go inside." She heard the blonde man say, bringing her out of her reverie.
Was he her owner? Or was he sent by her actual owner to pick her up?
The inside was even better looking than the outside; much bigger too. Everything looked so fragile and expensive that one would think twice before touching anything.
A man with gray hair approached them, dressed in a black and white uniform.
Was he a butler?
"You must be very tired, miss. Let me show you to your room so you can freshen up and have a change of clothes."
Oakley looked behind her and then back at him. Was he talking to her? The slave? The one who was supposed to be treated like trash?
"Me?" She asked confused.
The man smiled at her. "Let's go."
She nodded, quietly following behind the man as he led her upstairs to the second floor of the mansion which was where her room was located.
"I'll send a maid to bring you some clothes." The butler said once they reached the room before he left.
She closed the door behind her, looking dazzled at how spacious the room was. The bed was even queen sized and looked so soft. She could not wait to sleep on it.
She walked into the bathroom. Again. It was big, with a shower and a large bathtub. There was even a large mirror present and several cupboards, but all the drawers were empty.
Of course it was. What did she expect to find? Money? Gold?
She stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower taking her sweet time to enjoy the warm water. It was so relaxing unlike the ice water she was forced to bathe with at the slave establishment.
She stepped out of the bathroom after she was done. On the bed, a shirt and pants were laid on it. Putting it on, it was a little big on her but she was not complaining. It was comfortable anyway.
There was a knock on the door. She opened it. It was a woman in a maids uniform holding a tray in her hands.
"Is that for me?"
"Yes. Mr. Anthony said you would eat in your room." The maid responded.
"Mr. Anthony?" Was that the name of the man who bought her?
"Yes. He's the butler."
Oh.
Oakley nodded. She took the tray from the maid. Just smelling the aroma wafting from the food was enough to make her salivate.
"Thank you."
"I will come back later to take it." And then the maid left.
Oakley was still shocked. What in the world was happening? She was supposed to be a slave but so far she was being treated well. As much as she would like to enjoy it though, she couldn't get used to this. She had to escape. This could most probably even be the calm before the storm.
She wouldn't like to sacrifice her freedom for five minutes of luxury.