Chains and Red Shoes

The chains rubbed against my already raw wrists. As we were forced to once again kneel in the dirt, treated worse than wild dogs, in order for a potential buyer to inspect us.
I gritted my teeth, the stripes from my last beating still fresh across my back. I didn't care, So long as I had injuries, I could ensure that I wouldn't be taken into any nobleman's house. They only wanted the pretty slaves, not the scarred ones.
Fancy leather red shoes stopped in front of me. Oh great. I'd been noticed.
I snapped my teeth, barely missing his hand as he reached down to lift my chin up. Lucky him. Most nobles had lax reflexes.
"Stubborn girl aren't you?" He said again reaching down.
"Touch me and you lose your fingers." I growled, keeping my head down.
It didn't stop the task master from sending a fresh set of whip marks across my back.
I barely twitched. It was worth it. More marks, less likely for a buyer to buy me. The master would regret taking my family as slaves. Regret splitting us up. Only I was left. And I would be left, long after he'd sold all his other slaves.
"Apologies my Lord, this one is ill tempered," He said smoothly. "Perhaps some of the women further down would be more to your liking." He directed Red Shoes away from me, but I barely had time to relax, before he was back. I hardly had time to spit at his feet, before he was behind me. The chains lose. Him jerking me up to my feet. I turned to kick him, my toes barely missing smashing into his nose. Handsome face. I had time to notice, before the task master had me face down in the dirt seeing stars.
"My Lord, apologies once more for her ill temper." He said, bowing low enough that his overlong nose nearly brushed the dirt. "I insist, I have far better than her."
"And as I have already insisted. I am taking her." He said, pulling me back to my feet like a sac of potatoes. "You have your money." he said again dodging my kick, he forced me forward, making me stumble away or risk face planting into the dirt.
"I'm going to make you regret this!"
He chuckled. "Woman, you're going to thank me at the end of this."

-Inspiration from Listening to the Aida Soundtrack -How I Know You