Five

Another guard took over, since the new guard never knew what was going on between the guard and slaves, he ignored the slaves, as he went to guard the door.

Sharriah was happy when she heard the news of the guard leaving the room, she turned back, staring at the girl behind her, and she decided to form a plan.

"I have a plan Envaline, we can still get sold together."

She said, looking at Envaline to know if she will believe her.

"Never mind, I don't think I need your help with the plan, just be calm when the guard comes back, OK"

She said, looking at her, Envaline's eyes showed curiosity, but Sharriah had a lot of things to do.

She turned towards the girl, who was next to her, she flashed her a smile, she knew her name, as she was also a slave in the establishment for as long as she could remember.

"Hello Margret, can you help me out with something."

She asked, hoping she said a yes.

"Yeah, depends on what you want me to help you with."

Her smile widened at her words.

"You see, I want to get sold together with my friend over there, but the guard disapproved of us, writing our names together, thereby causing us to be separated, from each other, please I need you to write my name as yours, since you are next after her, when it reaches my turn, I will write your name, instead of mine, I promise to do that."

She said, hoping Margret accepts her request, this was their only chance.

"OK I will, what's your full name."

Margret asked, she wondered why she wanna get sold together with her best friend, having friends was not her thing, but she remembered how Sharriah treated the guard in the bathroom and she was pleased with what she did, and she was going to help her if that was what she wants. 

"Sharriah Stallion, and yours"

Sharriah asked her.

"Margret Wolvile"

Margret said, looking at her, Sharriah looked at her, holding her hands, she mouthed a thank you to her, looking at Envaline, who had been listening to her, she gave her a wink, before leaving to the end of the line.

As she reached the line, the guard came in, looking at the front line, before looking up at her, he smiled at her, while she frowned back at him, not trying to make him suspect any of her actions, and she prayed silently, in her heart, hoping Margret never failed her, and do as was planned. Her heart made a loud thump, and it made another thump, it felt strange like someone was trying to talk to her, she heard another thump on her heart again, this time, she slipped down on the wall, and squeezed her tiny pieces of that she wore, her heart was as if it was pierced with a thousand needle, and if only she has her wolf with her, it would have reduced the pain she felt at that moments, she didn't know how long she sat on the ground, she was so lost in thoughts, she didn't know when the line reduced and it was her turn to write her name. 

A guard screamed at her.

"You useless slave, will you leave this place this instant and go write your name, or you remain here forever."

She stood up immediately, on hearing the voice of the guard, she looked up and she realized it was only some few people that were in the room, she walked towards the guard, who was registering the names of the slaves,

"Whore, I wished you never get sold, so I could make your life worst than you ever encountered in this establishment."

The guard said, snarling at her, she kept mute, ignoring the guards' words, having gotten used to their snickering, taking the pen on the platform, she wrote Margret Wolvile, in replacement to her name, hoping the guard never suspects anything.

"Are you sure that is your name?"

The guard asked her, suspecting her, she looked calm when writing her name, which was not how he expects her to look and this entirely surprised him.

"Yes sir, my name is Margret Wolvile."

She said, her voice not wavering when she pronounced her name.

"Margret, I thought it was something with an...."

The guard said slowly, staring at her, to know her reaction, but she kept an expressionless face, 

"You can leave now slave."

He told her, and she left, closing the door behind her, as she left the room.

She walked out, and she saw Envaline who was standing on the pathway waiting for her, she could see Margret was also with her, also waiting for her, she walked towards them, giving them a sad smile.

"Did it work?"

Envaline said, looking at her.

"Yeah, it worked out, well, Margret is the one to complete the task."

She said, staring at Margret who flashed her a smile. 

"Did it work, did you write my name as yours?"

She asked Margret,

"You will find out yourself on the auction day."

Margret said, beaming down at her.

"You don't have to do this now."

Sharriah said, her mind not at ease, still not knowing if she wrote her name, 

"As I said, you will find out yourself."

Margret said again, beaming at her, she was about to protest, when she heard the voice of the guards, shouting at the slaves. 

"The warden has ordered that you all should go have your bath, and a dress had been marked for each and everyone whose name appeared on the list." Envaline beamed at the message.

"Did you hear that a dress for slaves will be wonderful?"

Envaline said, her face showing how much happy she felt on hearing the news. 

"Don't be so happy, you don't know how good the clothes looked like, they could be clothes for whores, too exposed for our liking, except for cheap slaves like Veronica, the establishment whore."

Margret said, as they walked towards the bathroom, Sharriah remembered Veronica, Margret and Veronica were never best of friends and truthfully she is the whore in the Establishment, and she was made the slave leadership position in the Establishment, due to her famous act of sleeping with the guards and wardens, and her position grants her some benefits which she made sure she enjoyed to the utmost prime.

"Yeah, you are right"

Envaline said smiling at what she said, which was the awful truth, the Establishment can't give them the best or treat them like queens just because they wanted to be sold, instead, she thought, they will treat them like cheap whores so that they will be appealing to the sight of the buyers, her body shook with fear at her thoughts, but if that was all it takes to leave the Establishment, then she will be willing to do it, the thought of staying in this establishment another day was like a poison to her soul.