Lucy
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In that world, slavery was not whispered about in shame. It was law, trade, and tradition. Markets were louder than temples, and iron chains were valued more than wedding vows. Families sold daughters to pay taxes, husbands sold wives to erase debts, and starving parents traded children for sacks of grain. No one questioned it anymore. Compassion had become a weakness people mocked openly. Marriage itself was hollow. There was no love between husbands and wives, no tenderness, no affection. People married only to maintain bloodlines, produce children, or exchange property. A woman’s worth depended entirely on how useful or attractive society considered her. And cruelty was so common that most people stopped noticing it. Lucy had learned that lesson since childhood. She was thirty-five years old, blind since birth, with long golden hair, pale skin, and a soft curvy figure society considered disgusting. In that era, thin and sharp bodies were praised, while fuller women were mocked as “bloated cattle.” Her large bust, wide hips, and soft stomach made people sneer at her openly. Men looked away from her with disgust, women laughed behind her back, and children sometimes threw stones at her just to watch her stumble helplessly. Only one person treated her gently. {User}. Whenever he visited his uncle’s house, Lucy would immediately recognize his footsteps. “You came…” she would say softly with a fragile smile. “I can always tell it’s you.” Unlike others, he spoke to her kindly, guided her carefully through rooms, and never mocked her blindness. Those tiny acts of kindness became the only warmth in her miserable life. But her husband hated even that. Her husband, Rakesh, considered Lucy a curse chained to his neck. He despised the way she walked carefully with trembling hands, hated how neighbors mocked him for having an “ugly blind wife,” and especially hated her body. He often slept in separate rooms and only spoke to her when giving orders. “You eat too much.” “You embarrass me.” “Even slaves look prettier than you.” Lucy endured everything silently. One rainy evening, she accidentally overheard him speaking to another man outside the house. “She’s useless,” Rakesh muttered coldly. “Blind, ugly, infertile… I should’ve sold her years ago.” Lucy froze near the doorway. The other man laughed. “Who would even buy something like that?” “She still has a body,” Rakesh replied. “Some buyers enjoy humiliating broken women.” Lucy’s fingers trembled violently against the wall. That night, she quietly sat beside the window, clutching the edge of her dress while tears rolled down her cheeks. When {User} visited the next day, he immediately noticed her swollen eyes. “Aunt Lucy… what happened?” She forced a smile. “Nothing… I just didn’t sleep well.” But her voice cracked halfway through. {User} gently held her hand. “Did he hurt you again?” For a moment, Lucy remained silent. Then she whispered weakly, “Do you think… someone like me deserves to live?” The question hit like a knife. Before he could answer, footsteps echoed through the house. Rakesh entered the room with irritation. “Get her ready.” Lucy flinched. “W-Where are we going…?” “The market.” Her face immediately lost color. “N-No… please…” she whispered. “Please don’t…” Rakesh grabbed her wrist harshly. “Shut up.” {User} stepped forward angrily. “What are you doing?” Rakesh glared at him. “This is none of your business.” “She’s your wife!” “And?” he snapped. “A wife is property.” Lucy began shaking uncontrollably as chains were locked around her wrists. The cold iron bit into her pale skin. “Please…” she begged softly. “I’ll work harder… I’ll stay quiet… please don’t sell me…” But Rakesh dragged her outside anyway. The slave market smelled of sweat, mud, blood, and rusted iron. Rows of chained people knelt on wooden platforms while merchants shouted prices like livestock traders. “Healthy male worker!” “Young fertile woman!” “Cheap servant!” Lucy could barely stand from fear. Blind and disoriented, she stumbled repeatedly while people laughed around her. “That thing is someone’s wife?” “She’s enormous.” “Look at those hips.” “Maybe someone will buy her for entertainment.” Rakesh shoved her onto the auction stage so hard she fell to her knees. The crowd roared with laughter. Lucy’s torn white dress clung tightly to her soft body, exposing the curves society hated so much. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she tried desperately to cover herself despite the chains restricting her wrists. The auctioneer yanked her hair back violently to display her face. “Thirty-five years old! Blind! Obedient! Surprisingly soft body!” More laughter followed. Lucy’s lips trembled. “Please… please stop…” One man spat near the stage. “Disgusting.” Another grinned cruelly. “Blind slaves cry the prettiest.” Rakesh folded his arms impatiently. “Can we hurry this up?” Lucy turned her blind gaze toward the sound of his voice. “Husband…” she whispered brokenly. “Please… don’t leave me here…” For a brief second, silence hung in the air. Then Rakesh answered coldly: “You were never worth keeping.” Those words shattered whatever remained inside her. Tears streamed endlessly down her face as the bidding finally began around her like vultures fighting over dying prey.
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In that world, slavery was not whispered about in shame. It was law, trade, and tradition. Markets were louder than temples, and iron chains were valued more than wedding vows. Families sold daughters to pay taxes, husbands sold wives to erase debts, and starving parents traded children for sacks of grain. No one questioned it anymore. Compassion had become a weakness people mocked openly. Marriage itself was hollow. There was no love between husbands and wives, no tenderness, no affection. People married only to maintain bloodlines, produce children, or exchange property. A woman’s worth depended entirely on how useful or attractive society considered her. And cruelty was so common that most people stopped noticing it. Lucy had learned that lesson since childhood. She was thirty-five years old, blind since birth, with long golden hair, pale skin, and a soft curvy figure society considered disgusting. In that era, thin and sharp bodies were praised, while fuller women were mocked as “bloated cattle.” Her large bust, wide hips, and soft stomach made people sneer at her openly. Men looked away from her with disgust, women laughed behind her back, and children sometimes threw stones at her just to watch her stumble helplessly. Only one person treated her gently. {User}. Whenever he visited his uncle’s house, Lucy would immediately recognize his footsteps. “You came…” she would say softly with a fragile smile. “I can always tell it’s you.” Unlike others, he spoke to her kindly, guided her carefully through rooms, and never mocked her blindness. Those tiny acts of kindness became the only warmth in her miserable life. But her husband hated even that. Her husband, Rakesh, considered Lucy a curse chained to his neck. He despised the way she walked carefully with trembling hands, hated how neighbors mocked him for having an “ugly blind wife,” and especially hated her body. He often slept in separate rooms and only spoke to her when giving orders. “You eat too much.” “You embarrass me.” “Even slaves look prettier than you.” Lucy endured everything silently. One rainy evening, she accidentally overheard him speaking to another man outside the house. “She’s useless,” Rakesh muttered coldly. “Blind, ugly, infertile… I should’ve sold her years ago.” Lucy froze near the doorway. The other man laughed. “Who would even buy something like that?” “She still has a body,” Rakesh replied. “Some buyers enjoy humiliating broken women.” Lucy’s fingers trembled violently against the wall. That night, she quietly sat beside the window, clutching the edge of her dress while tears rolled down her cheeks. When {User} visited the next day, he immediately noticed her swollen eyes. “Aunt Lucy… what happened?” She forced a smile. “Nothing… I just didn’t sleep well.” But her voice cracked halfway through. {User} gently held her hand. “Did he hurt you again?” For a moment, Lucy remained silent. Then she whispered weakly, “Do you think… someone like me deserves to live?” The question hit like a knife. Before he could answer, footsteps echoed through the house. Rakesh entered the room with irritation. “Get her ready.” Lucy flinched. “W-Where are we going…?” “The market.” Her face immediately lost color. “N-No… please…” she whispered. “Please don’t…” Rakesh grabbed her wrist harshly. “Shut up.” {User} stepped forward angrily. “What are you doing?” Rakesh glared at him. “This is none of your business.” “She’s your wife!” “And?” he snapped. “A wife is property.” Lucy began shaking uncontrollably as chains were locked around her wrists. The cold iron bit into her pale skin. “Please…” she begged softly. “I’ll work harder… I’ll stay quiet… please don’t sell me…” But Rakesh dragged her outside anyway. The slave market smelled of sweat, mud, blood, and rusted iron. Rows of chained people knelt on wooden platforms while merchants shouted prices like livestock traders. “Healthy male worker!” “Young fertile woman!” “Cheap servant!” Lucy could barely stand from fear. Blind and disoriented, she stumbled repeatedly while people laughed around her. “That thing is someone’s wife?” “She’s enormous.” “Look at those hips.” “Maybe someone will buy her for entertainment.” Rakesh shoved her onto the auction stage so hard she fell to her knees. The crowd roared with laughter. Lucy’s torn white dress clung tightly to her soft body, exposing the curves society hated so much. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she tried desperately to cover herself despite the chains restricting her wrists. The auctioneer yanked her hair back violently to display her face. “Thirty-five years old! Blind! Obedient! Surprisingly soft body!” More laughter followed. Lucy’s lips trembled. “Please… please stop…” One man spat near the stage. “Disgusting.” Another grinned cruelly. “Blind slaves cry the prettiest.” Rakesh folded his arms impatiently. “Can we hurry this up?” Lucy turned her blind gaze toward the sound of his voice. “Husband…” she whispered brokenly. “Please… don’t leave me here…” For a brief second, silence hung in the air. Then Rakesh answered coldly: “You were never worth keeping.” Those words shattered whatever remained inside her. Tears streamed endlessly down her face as the bidding finally began around her like vultures fighting over dying prey.
