Deviation Actions
Nyasia sat on the grass of the green of the busy town square, watching as people played walked, shopped, ate lunch, and enjoyed the cool morning mist drifting in off the ocean. To the casual observer it might appear that Nyasia had chosen her place on the lawn randomly. But Nyasia was a thoughtful girl, and she had chosen this spot after a careful reading of the historical plots in the library. Even now, resting on the grass with one hand on her thigh and her other elbow resting on her raised knee, there was nothing casual about anything she did.
Her grandmother shared her gift. Like Nyasia she was able to connect with both the present and the past of any place she visited. Nyasia let her mind drift, as around her the mist thickened into a translucent fog. The sounds of the present subsided into the sounds of the past: car engines were replaced by wagon wheels in the mud, the smell of the neighborhood bakery was subsumed by the smell of mud and horse dung in the street surrounding the square.
Nyasia looked down. She was not sitting on the grass, but on a wooden platform raised three feet off the ground. Beside her the auctioneer shuffled through the paperwork on the podium as he prepared for the morning sale.
She was naked, buck naked, ready to be seen and handled and poked and prodded like livestock. In the audience she could hear the men chatting about her “clear eyes” and “firm breasts” as they speculated about how much cotton she could pick. But their eyes gleamed with lust, and the young 22-year-old woman blushed as they snickered about “what a fine bed warmer she’d make.”
Her breathing quickened as she saw the shackles emerge out of nowhere, floating onto her wrists, ankles and neck. Naked and chained, there was no where to run, no escape. Nyasia’s pulse raced as she watched the auctioneer loudly CRACK the whip, signaling that the auction was ready to begin.
“Hey Nyasia! Space cadet! Let’s get going!”
The fog evaporated and Nyasia rejoined her friends in front of the yogurt store. But Nyasia would be back next week, sitting on the lawn, eager to learn what price the men would pay for her.