Owned By Her Alpha - Geno by Sophie Sin Read Free Book Online

The Thief And The Magistrate
     
    The look in his eyes is one of compassion.
For the life of me I would have never expected to see that look in
the eyes of a man like him, but it is there and oddly it is as
alluring and intriguing as it is wrong and off-putting.
    “Your name is Geno The Thief, is it
not?”
    I bow my head and say nothingness. The
creatures that have me bound pull tightly on the cords that hold be
in place and I cry out. The magistrate's eyes harden as he stares
down at me from the high backed chair of what amounts to a throne
in the parts that he's in.
    “You will speak, “ he states, “one way or
another;”
    I grit my teeth and turn my eyes up to his.
Where there was compassion before there is frost now. The man's
face is hard as granite and, to me, also quite beautiful. The men I
have been exposed to are hard, true, but it takes a special kind of
hard to be a law man on a world where the law is the last thing on
most people's minds.
    “Geno The Thief,” he states, “If you will
not stand to defend yourself then I will have to throw the full
weight of the punishments allowable by the laws at you. Your crimes
in this township are of a kind that have caused harm to law abiding
citizens...” He looks to the wealthy merchant and his daughter
standing in the corner of the town hall. I dared to steal from the
woman and now I'm here in front of this tall rugged man about to
receive what I think will be the death penalty. “...and you must be
punished.”
    I straighten my back, firm my eyes and close
my mouth tightly. The beasts to my left and right tighten the bonds
even further, but I do not speak. It is not just me that relies on
my silence. I don't steal for myself. I steal for those that are in
need and if I were to tell my whole twisted story, I'm sure that
there would be a group of young children out there that would
suffer for my words. I will take death over that on my
conscience.
    He stands quietly and brings up a hand. For
one moment I see in his eyes an understand, a knowledge of me that
at this point in time I do not understand, and then he gives me a
stare such as I can feel death stalking at my rear.
    “You are to be made a slave,“ he says, “and
will be sold at auction in 2 days time.”
    He sits.
    “That is all.”
    I am taken away. Death would have been more
kind. I glance once at him. I thought him a man of justice, but
apparently I was wrong. This man has bought hell down on me. If
only I knew that there was more to it than that.
    Heaven and Hell: Two opposite sides of a
coin with a heck of a lot of metal in between. I'm about to learn
that the world has many ways to give us what we need. It will be a
hard lesson to learn.
     
    *****
     
    The day of my sale has come. Two dirty days
in a cell with a bunch of poverty stricken farmers who kept on
moaning and groaning about their fate as peasants under some lord
or another. I sat in the corner listening to them with a grim face.
I'm still young and somewhat attractive. Chances are what they will
experience in the short time that they have left on this planet
will be nothing compared to what I will.
    The cage doors are flung open at noon and we
are dragged out into the sunlight. It's hot and the two suns above
boil down on us. I, being a person more used to traveling at night,
cover my face with one hand and squint. It's must be over 50 today.
It's going to be hot.
    We are walked through the town to the large
square that occupies the very edge of it. This is where the slave
auctions are. Not all towns have them, but this area is well known
for it's slave trade and, of course, it has a fully stocked set of
cages today.
    Buyers stroll about, mostly wealthy
individuals, and check the wares. I am thrown into a big cage in
the center of the square and try to find my way to the middle of
the pack. I already know that I will be sold today. A young woman
like me is a high prize. Most slaves are old or poor or unhealthy
and definitely not