The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 316: Only despair is left

Abrielle’s hand clenched seeing how eager the guards were to strip her. She took in a deep breath this was her life now. She let go of Abigail’s hand. "We should pull off our clothes like the rest." She told the girl, who nodded slowly and started to pull off her clothes.

Her movement was clumsy, Abrielle drew in a deep breath to do the same as she reached for the hem of the dress. She had lost her dignity ages ago.

The moon shone in the sky, illuminating the open space square that was surrounded by pillars with a single well in the middle. The touches flickered as the wind blew by. It was a cold night without a doubt.

Abrielle felt the cold bite her skin as the raggy brown dress was slowly pulled off. Goosebumps crawled up her skin. Just like the other girls, she neatly folded the dress in front of her and then stood waiting.

Jocelyn, seeing that every girl had stripped, walked towards them, inspecting their appearance. Searching each mark, every possible thing.

She stood in front of a lady in the front row. "How long have you been here?" She asked.

"I don’t know," the lady answered.

"Penelope!?" She called out to Penny.

"It is her 7th month," Penny replied. Jocelyn scoffed. "5 months left then."

She proceeded to check all the girls. Her eyes inspected Hope’s injury on her leg. "I don’t know about this one." She muttered with uncertainty.

Then moved on to Abrielle, "You have the fragile feature of a pampered princess, but you better fix that gaze of yours. It would get you killed." She mentioned and then moved on to the next girl.

After she was done she walked back to the front. "You all smell like death." She spat then waved. The girls in the front row started to move forward towards the well. Abrielle just followed the group.

Once they got to the well, cold water was bailed about half a pale then poured on them. They rubbed their bodies with their bare hands then more water was poured to wash off the dirt. This went on until everyone was ’ clean.’ it felt so inhumane, but what did Abrielle expect?

The water was biting cold, and they barely washed up. Their hair still stunk and their bodies were sticky. The only difference was that they looked a bit more presentable now.

After everyone was done, Abrielle could spot some girls shivering due to the cold. There were no towels and the weather was freaking cold. It was pure torture

"You have 15 minutes," Jocelyn announced then left with Penny while the girls stood in the square. The bath ladies started to clear up their things.

"What does she mean by 15 minutes?" Abrielle could not help but ask. She was hugging her full bosom although she could barely cover a thing. She could feel their gaze on her which she had gotten used to it by now.

Becky was nice enough to reply. "That’s how long we have for the water to dry off our skin and then wear our clothes," Becky explained.

"This is ridiculous," Abrielle felt deflated, and a soft laugh left Becky’s lips. She was equally freezing hugging her body. She didn’t dare wear her dress while she was still wet although it barely stood against the cold it was the only thing she had

"If this is ridiculous, imagine how bad the winter was. The worst 3 months of my life." Becky chirped, Abrielle’s eyes dulled remembering that Becky had been here for 6 months now.

"That’s just pure torture," some girls could not stand the cold anymore and started to put on their raggy dresses back on

15 minutes later, Jocelyn was back with all the girls already dressed. She and Penny were not the only ones that came back. A man and lady dressed in expensive clothes and masks covering their face.

"We have guest ladies, try to look your best, " Jocelyn said, how taunting her words were. Before, the girls usually got excited when a buyer came, but remembering what Abrielle said, they felt only dread.

The lady whispered into the man’s ears while their eyes trailed around the slaves. "Do you need a closer look?" Jocelyn asked but the lady shook her head.

"We already have our choice." The lady mentioned then pointed to her fan. Abrielle’s heart dropped when the fan was pointed at her.

"I want the red hair." An evil smirk graced her lips. Jocelyn sighed; she knew this might happen; it was hard to look past a pretty slave like Abrielle.

"She isn’t for sale," Jocelyn replied. "I am ready to over twice the amount." The buyer insisted her envious eyes on Abrielle. She met a witch who promised to help her improve her looks; all she needed was a pretty face.

"You can’t afford to buy her." Jocelyn’s words were finally. The lady snickered.

"Fine, I will take the limping girl. She is also very pretty and the little girl." Abrielle’s hand tightened on Abigail’s hold. Thinking the lady wants Abigail.

Abrielle had a soft spot for the girl that reminded her of Hazel’s younger sister. "Are you sure? I know the injured one is pretty but she is new." Penny chirped in.

"We can manage. We need those two." the lady declared, then grabbed the man’s hand to leave the square. Betty’s heart dropped, despair taking over as she watched the guard take Hope away. She could not wail or cry because if she did, she would be met with repercussions.

Hope gave her sister a longing glance before she was taken away. Another little girl, even younger Abigail, was taken away. The silence boomed, everyone dreading their fate. Jocelyn followed behind to complete the deal ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Take the rest of the girls away," Penny instructed and they were forced away. All Betty could do was silently cry. Abrielle’s mind wandered around, why did Jocelyn refuse to sell her? Was it related to how she got sold to death’s bite by the mercenaries Sabrina arranged?

There were so many questions, but one thing was sure: she couldn’t stay here long.

That night felt colder than normal. Abrielle was curled up in a corner, trying to sleep, when she felt someone tap her. She stirred away, her gaze meeting Betty’s tear-stained face.

"How do you plan on leaving here?" Betty asked. Her voice was patched from crying so much.