**authors note: when I started this I had been awake for the better part of four days straight. At this point I have no idea if it's good or not or if my tongue exists anymore. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, hope you enjoy.**
I awaken in the dark once again. At this point all I have left is my mind and the pain all over. Three days ago they tied my wrists to the bars behind me, not to prevent me from escaping, there was never a chance of that, but to keep me from hurting myself.
The other girls have started to stir, their sniffling and crying just white noise to me now. I cried all my tears the first week, raging against the bars, screaming at anyone who passed to free me until I lost my voice. I try to shift my position to a more comfortable one, but am foiled by the way I'm bound. If I could find the energy to get my feet under me then I could at least stand for a change of pace, but it's better to save my energy, the auction will be soon.
Small footsteps approach my cage, and a familiar face passes by the window that lets just enough light in to be infuriatingly far away. Goddess I hate that window. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.
While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice to have friendly company, and I hope being able to vent to a stranger who doesn't understand her language brings her some comfort as well. Satisfied with her work, Mina crouches in front of me and says two words. "Master coming." She moves to wait just outside my cage and I try to steel myself. At the very least, I don't want HIM to get the satisfaction of seeing me broken.
The Auction Master's heavy footsteps approach soon after, his steel lined boots clicking loudly against the stone floor. When he reaches my cage he peers in, that same lewd sneer as always plastered across his disgusting face. He speaks in my language, but slowly, as if talking to a particularly dumb child. "The time has come at last my little starling. Tonight, if you're on your best behavior, someone will buy you and take you far far away from your lovely home here." The giant orc pauses to wipe drool from his face. "Many important people will be there, and they're all coming to see you, so we need to get you looking nice and pretty beforehand. I'm going to release you now, and you will behave, or you will regret it, understood?"
Deciding to take my silence as a yes, the Auction Master enters the cage with Mina and unties my bonds. Not giving me even a moment to take care of my aching shoulders the orc grabs a handful of my hair and roughly lifts me to my feet, ignoring my grunts of pain. He lets go of me once I've steadied, making sure to pass his hand low enough to squeeze my bare breast before stepping away. He allows Mina to support me on her shoulder, and we leave the cage.