"But-"
"Didn't you hear what I said?" the warden rolled his eyes. Walking forward, he gripped the slave's arm and pulled the woman, taking her to the confinement room and throwing her in the same cell that she had been staying in for nearly two days.
Caitlin was old, having spent years here in the cell, she was used to the treatment. She had been here before this new warden had been assigned after the previous one was murdered. It wasn't anything new, a rumor went how the wardens were cursed for what they did to the slaves in here. Their ill morals only lashing out on them but the words circulated only among the slaves and not a whisper being told to the warden himself or the guardsmen who guarded the slave establishment.
Her already rough hands grazed against the dirty floor of the confinement room which was dark and reeked of death.
Caitlin's red hair came to hover on her face, and she tried to push herself to only be pushed back again as the warden stepped on her back using his feet,
"What did they come here for?" he asked her as he wasn't able to hear what she and Penelope had spoken to each other in the room where the sound never escaped out of there, "She was your cellmate wasn't she?" he pressed further that made Caitlin groan in the pain of her chest being pushed more.
"The lady? I don't know," responded Caitlin before something sharp pierced her skin that had her screaming in pain, "AHH!!"
"Don't act smart with me. Do you think I don't know every slave who steps in here? I know every person," the Warden turned his to look at the guardsman who had followed them, "She was her cellmate. She hadn't finished her initial term in the slave establishment but here she is free and looking down at me. I know you had something to do with it. You f.u.c.k.i.n.g cunt cost me a slave!" the warden pushed the nail into her hand.
A lot of rusted iron nails were placed in the confinement rooms, wanting the slaves to know and understand what pain meant in here without anyone touching them. It was a way to teach them how to turn to be obedient.
She could tell that the vampire was extremely upset. He had been upset when he had returned back to the establishment to find out that the blonde girl had been sold. As Penelope had finally come to meet her cellmate, the warden suspect and doubted the red-haired woman. And he could tell that she had something to do with it.
After kicking her some more time, the warden left her alone in the cell before locking the cage which was built.
Caitlin's breath moved the dust which was on the floor but none could see but only feel the dirt they were surrounded in. The confinement rooms were one of the prisons for the slave who didn't follow the rules set by the slave establishment. How many times did she go and come here but she didn't mind it. She was safer here than out there in the open.
Many years had passed but the shock of what happened always haunted her. Life was mundane in the slave establishment. Being one of the oldest here also hard to bend according to the rules, she visited the confinement room every once a month turning her to a regular. When Penelope had first arrived here as a slave, Caitlin had only come out of the confinement room to find her unconscious.
It was hard to tell how many hours passed or if it was days, or maybe it was only minutes which made it difficult for the slaves to count on which turned them docile by the time they came out. There were some cases where the slaves turned mad and had to be killed.
As time passed, she heard the sound of the keys jingle that had her eyes open at the sound of it. Her eyes adjusted to the light of the lantern which the guardsman had brought.
"Looks like you will be sold earlier than expected," hearing the words of the guardsman, Caitlin's eyes snapped open. They came out of the floor where the confinement room was located, being dragged by the guardsman with her body feeling weak yet alive at the thought of her stepping out from here.
She was brought back to the room she had been to, to see to men who were sitting in front of the warden.
"Here, she is, milord. If I knew you wanted her sooner I would have made sure to polish her up to turn her in a much presentable way," said the warden, "Bow at them," the vampire glared at her but Caitline refused to do so. She was hardly in the mood to listen to him as her eyes focussed on Damien.
Lord Alexander turned to him, making the warden feel embarrassed as the slave failed to listen to him. Standing right up, when his hand almost reached the slave who stood there not listening to his words, the pureblooded vampire suddenly stopped his hand.
"What do you think you are doing?" Damien asked with a blank look at him, "Didn't you hear what my woman said about keeping her unharmed?"
The warden gave out a smile, trying to take away his hand which Damien had caught hold of, "Mr. Quinn. The woman here has no polished behavior. Are you sure you want her? I am sure I can offer you a better person in her place," said the warden.
Damien stared at the man, his eyes dull and uninterested, "Are you deaf?"
The vampire raised his brows in question, "Pardon me-"
"We have already mentioned the previous time I was here that this is the woman I will be taking with me. How hard is it for you to understand?" Damien questioned him, and as he asked it, he twisted the wrist of the man so quickly that the warden had not seen it coming.