Born Into Bondage

Waking up, my mouth tasted like copper, and reaching up to rub my eyes. I realized I couldn't move my hands. Looking down, my hands were encased in what seemed like an iron ball. My feet were also chained together.

Trying to lift the ball, I strained, but it was much easier than I first thought. Gasping, I dropped to the floor as my head was suddenly flooded with memories. I was a boy no older than twelve. Pirates raided my Island. It was burned to the ground.

The original host's emotions made me sob as the memory of my parents being slaughtered played repeatedly in my mind.

Quickly the sadness then turned into anger at my helplessness as I was taken away, unable to grieve in peace.

Screaming at the top of my lungs, I slammed my cuffed hands into the concrete shattering the ground in an explosion of dust and rocks.

Now in the center of a small crater, I closed my eyes, trying to make heads or tails of my situation. ' The old man didn't warn me how disorienting this would be. '

" What the hell did you do, kid. " Looking up from my crater, three Marines stood outside my cell when the pirates took me to sell as a slave.

I would be auctioned off in five days, but there was some irony to it. My new name was Soren D. Arvil. I had dreamed of becoming a pirate before I had given up on life.

The Marine stormed into my cell, pointing rifles at me before even more of them dogpiled on me, securing me with an even heavier set of cuffs. Complying, I was moved to another cell, with padded walls and a thick metal door. Saying a quick prayer to the original Soren, I

The cuffs around my wrist weighed about two hundred pounds from the feel of them, ' So this is how strong my body needed to be to handle my soul, and I'm only twelve years old. Well, let's test this body's limits. '

Using the cuffs as barbells, I started to do every exercise I could think of. In just a few minutes, my arms were burning from lactic acid. I wouldn't have the mental strength to go on on earth, but just when I felt like giving, it was like a fire was lit underneath my ass as energy filled me.

My training took priority. When I wasn't training, I was either eating or sleeping, so five days passed in the blink of an eye.

" 598..599...600. " Completing six hundred bicep curls only took me about one minute, so I was averaging about 3600 curls per hour for one arm. While my frame hadn't changed much, I could feel the power in my arms.

Just as I was about to begin another rep, the door to my cell opened, " Come with us. With your strength, you'll fetch a high price for those wealthy types. "

Moving from my cell, I was marched by other prison cells—the people inside most often worse off than me.

' It seems that in every world, there's some form of slavery. I guess it a universal sin. ' The last five days, I distracted myself with exercise, but just remembering the history from earth made my hands tremble a little.

Before I could have a full mental breakdown, I was forced into a chair as women started to clean and comb my hair. I was forced to try on the mountains of clothes before they found one that 'suited me.'

Looking in the mirror, I looked more feminine than I would have liked. I could defiantly be mistaken for a girl with long black hair and jade white skin, and piercing green eyes. I had never tried makeup on earth since I was such a manly man, but I could see why girls sometimes spent hours applying the stuff.

" He's so handsome. I wish I could buy him myself. "

I didn't know whether to feel offended or proud. After hours of being combed over, I was finally allowed to retire to a different holding cell.

' I can't do anything. I'm not in cuffs, so I can't work out either. I guess all that's left is to sit and wait. '

Too lazy to keep my eyes open, I closed them to take a nap. When I woke up again, it was to the sound of the bar jail's opening, " Get up, kid, you're the closing item for tonight. I hope they like you; otherwise, the boss will cut our pay in half to make the loss. "

Sighing, I smoothed out the wrinkles in my clothes, " Fine, let's get this over with. " Slapping a pair of heavy cuffs on me, I was marched once again.

In a few seconds, I heard someone talking as I was forced to walk up a set of steps onto a stage where a curtain prevented me from seeing what was on the other side. Sighing, I focused on the voice coming from the other side of the curtain.

" Now, ladies and gentlemen, for our last item of the night, we have a rare opportunity. Even though he's only human, this twelve-year-old boy has displayed immeasurable strength. With looks to match, the bidding price will start at 10,000,000 Beri. "

The curtains opened, bathing me in light. Squinting, I saw a sea of faces, all of them looking like they had a silver spoon shoved up their ass. They awed and oohed at me like I was some rare treasure, " Starting at 10,000,000 Beri, do I hear 15 million, I hear 15 million, do I hear 20 million. "

' I guess this is some form of flattery. What possible use could they have for a twelve-year-old boy.' The law and order theme echoed in my head, but I quickly squashed those rampant thoughts.

The current bid on my head was 40 million, and I didn't think it would go on any longer when a voice clear as day cut the air like a knife, " 100,000,000 Million. "

When I saw who had given the final bet, I cursed my existence, the worst outcome.

" It seems that esteemed World Noble Saint Shalria has bought the final item on tonight's auction. "