Chapter 141: Misdeeds- Part 2

It was the man she had met once at a soiree that was held in his mansion. He was the man who held the complete power of the slave establishment, if she could get to talk to him, he could let her go.

“Please let me talk to him!” Heidi pleaded with the head guard.

“Bitch must have lost her mind. Lock her up in the isolation in the second level,” ordered the head guard.

“Second?”

“Did I tell anything else? I need to interrogate her. Go now and get her locked. As if the week wasn’t bad…” the voice of the head guard disappeared when he left the room.

“Please tell Mr. Wilford that I am Heidi Curtis! Warren Lawson’s fiance! Please tell him that. I am not a slave here!” her words were desperate when the guard came to chain her hands and legs. This was the same guard she had begun noticing since yesterday and she knew if there was any chance the guards would listen, he seemed to be the only one as he had exposed his emotions unknowingly, “Please, I am begging you,” she pleaded to hear the man sigh. Once any person of the outside world stepped in her as slaves, they always lost their mind talking gibberish until they learnt to face the reality.

“You need to stay quiet if you don’t want to further your punishment,” the guard spoke to her, dragging her to the dark building and taking her through the stairs, he lit the side torch before pushing her into the cell of the deserted floor.

“Why is it hard for anyone here to relay a single message!” she asked frustrated.

“Slaves speak a lot of lies. Spewing absurd words to only escape from this hole. Now shut up before I stuff your mouth with animal blood or worse human blood,” he sent her a glare and locked the door of the cell she was in while standing with his back to her. She closed her eyes, exhaling softly. Thinking what could convince the guard, she tightened her fingers to form into fists.

“Is that how you spoke to her too?” Heidi asked, her words were quietly spoken, enough for the man to hear but not anyone who would have tried eavesdropping on them. Not getting a response from him she continued to speak, “Did you lie to her about how you felt? So that she could have a better life?”

“Don’t think just because I haven’t raised a hand against you I won’t now. You better shut up,” he growled.

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you killed her the moment you uttered those words to her,” seeing the guardsman turn around in rage she closed her mouth.

“Shut the hell up! Another word and I will rip that precious tongue out of your mouth,” he threatened lowly before walking away from the cell, leaving her alone.

The place was quiet with no other person in any cells she could sense of, the only sound she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Going to wet her lower lip it throbbed in pain and she brought her fingers to only wince at the possible cut that must have taken place when the head guard had slapped her right across her face.

Heidi wondered if she would ever be able to get out of this place. She had hoped for Nicholas to show up but then she didn’t know if he had returned back to Bonelake after the battle that was supposed to break down for which he had been called. Was he alright? The thought about his welfare worried her and she wondered if that was one of the reason why he hadn’t come to get her. But how would he even know? The empire was vast and if not Bonelake, she could have gone anywhere. Her luck was sour that even the lemon would shy in front of it. Time and time she had always tried running away to only be caught and thrown into something unexpected. This time she wasn’t sure if she could escape though and the thought itself brought sorrow to her mind.

Minutes had passed since the guardsman she had tried persuading had left her to only come back but this time there was more than one pair of footsteps that she heard. For a second she held her breath when she saw the man standing in front of her beside the guardsmen but she smiled in hope.

“Mr. Wilford, I am Heidi. Heidi Curtis who is engaged to Warren Lawson. We met at your mansion,” she reminded him just in case he had forgotten her and he smiled at her.

“Of course! Ms. Curtis, what and how did you get in here?” he inquired with curiosity and surprise. The sides of his eyes had crinkled a little as a wave of relief washed over Heidi at his acknowledgement that he knew her.

“I was on my way back to Rune mansion when I took a lift from an old couple and ended up here without my knowledge,” she explained to see him nod understandingly.

After witnessing their interaction and realizing the misunderstanding that had been caused, the guard went to pick out the lock when he heard Mr. Wilford raise his hand, leaving both the guard as well as Heidi in confusion, “That won’t be necessary,” spoke Mr. Wilford, his tone sober from the friendly expression he held until a few seconds ago, “I apologize, Ms. Curtis but I cannot free you as you have been branded as one of the slaves without a master or a mistress. It is unfortunate that you stumbled upon here but if you want to walk free from here, you need to earn yourself a bidder who will buy you. And I am sure we will profit well on your bidding as you are a valuable woman.”

“You are joking,” the man was unbelievable. He was going to keep her here so that he could earn money from her bid. That wasn’t the problem here. Yesterday, she was a nobody when the bidding on her was going to take place but by Wilford’s words it seemed that he was planning to invite the high society to witness and gather his funds.

“I am not, my dear. A business man takes his profession very very seriously. Every men and women, children of various age who are brought in here are my sole objects once they are sold for money. If I might remind you, you are a sold good who has been placed here. I hope you enjoy your time here,” Mr. Wilford began to walk in the direction he had come from with the guards tailing not far behind him. When he snapped his fingers to attention, the head guard came forward quickly, “Let’s not leave any goods unchecked now, shall we. We wouldn’t want the bidders to think we haven’t checked everything,” the old man smirked, his lips twisting into a smile