Slaves and shits

I opened my eyes. I saw a candle. Its flame was dancing and illuminating the whole room.

"Huh", I said in my head, "The classic 'wakes up in someone's room'. Cool"

I found myself on some kind of a bunk bed with one wooden plate built to the floor and another built above it.

There was pain all over my body, as I forced myself to sit up. Looking down, I saw that my clothes had changed. They were once leather, but now they're from cotton.

"Well this is creepy", I said in my head while lowering my pants down.

"There's no blood on my butt. Cool", I said in my head.

I sat down.

"And sitting doesn't hurt either. Cool", I said in my head.

Suddenly, a door opened and a man walked in. I looked at him from head to toe and just like mine, his clothing was made out of cotton too. It was clear that I was no longer in any kind of village but in a city. Or at least a kind of village that was advanced enough to grow cotton.

The man sat on the wooden plate and looked at me. There was only a dead expression on his face, as he stared at me with wide eyes and mouth a little bit open. I was like a PC and he was like a lonely nerd masturbating to a picture of his crush. There was no facial expression at all. Only a dead stare into the nothingness. He just stared at me until he finally opened his mouth and said:

"Aah, so you're the new guy, huh?"

"Did he just lagged?", I wondered and answered:

"Umm..yeah?"

With some kind of agreeing expression, he nodded and was about to go to sleep. But I didn't let him, as I needed more information. Besides, why would you decide to talk to somebody if you weren't gonna continue the conversation?

"Hey, umm. What is this place?", I asked in a wondering tone.

"You mean you came here without any knowledge of coming here?", he laughed, "This is a slave market"

"Slave market, huh?"

I looked at how his clothes were black from stains and how his hands were bruised. It was clear to me that he had been there for a long time.

"Do you know where this is located? Like, what is the name of this village?"

He turned to look at me with a weird expression. As if the location was common knowledge.

"Village, huh? This isn't a village. This is a city of Castavas"

"Castavas. Yes", I said in frustration, "But whose land is this?"

His weird expression grew more intense.

"This the Eastern land of Postwis. Where are you from, anyway?"

"Postwis, huh", I said in my head, "Wait, I’ve heard about this in school. There are two kingdoms with Karland in the east and Postwis in the south. I guess the village is in the north then"

"I'm from a...certain village", I answered.

"A village, huh? I guess you've been captured here then. I, on the other hand, lost my house. Not having anywhere to stay, I sold myself.”

“What happened to your house?”

“It burned down”

“How?”

“I burned it”

I paused there.

“Wait, what? Why?”

“I saw a spider”

“You...what”

“A spider. I’m afraid of spiders”

“Why didn’t you just...killed it?”

“Oh, no. I didn’t want to touch it!”

“Thi...this guy rather burned his house than kill a mere spider”, I said in my head, “Is there any person in this universe who’s actually sane!?”

We sat there and stared at each other. I didn’t say anything, as I was speechless from what I just heard.

“Anyway”, he said, “The auction is to be held soon. You're still young so I can already guess there will be people who'll take you. I'm already old so there's no one who has taken me. And I guess there will never be"

There was an inch of sadness in his tone. It was like he wanted to be sold as a slave.

“But isn’t it better to live here than to be a slave”, I asked.

“Maybe, but here you would have to work. You wake up in the morning and work till night. The only break time is a moment before the auction”

“Well, I don’t think slaves would have it any better”

“Huh. What’s your name, by the way?”

“My name is Victoros”

“Huh. My name is Saidokrakta”

“Saidokrakta?”, I wondered in my head, “That sounds like Japanese. 'Side character'. That’s like straightly saying this guy isn’t gonna have any screen time”

Soon after that, there was an auction. I and the man were taken to a big room where there were many other slaves. Some of them had clothes full of stains while some of them didn't have clothes at all.

In front of us was a big wooden pallet where the slave trader would've taken one slave at a time to stand on.

He would've asked:

"Who would want to buy this?"

And one of the guests would've said:

"I do!"

This time, however, he went to the pallet by himself. He then raised what would seem to be a sword and a book.

"Wait, those are mine!", I said in my head.

"These are what was found from the village that the army recently attacked! A sword and a book. Who would want to buy these?"

First, there was silence. But just when I started to get relieved that no one would've taken my stuff, a man stood up.

"I do!", he shouted.

And because no one else wanted to buy them, he got them.

"Shit, I have to get them back!", I said in my head.

“What an odd choice, Jot”, Sido said, “A book and a mere sword?”

“Quiet”, Jot said jokingly, “But can’t you see that this sword isn’t any ‘mere sword’? It’s rather dark in color”

“Well, the darkness isn’t gonna make it any more special!”

“I guess not”, Jot said quietly, “I guess not”