DracnKitten
Littlest Shamrock
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It was a cold morning, and colder still for those in cold metal cages, naked but for collars. In the years since the world had begun to crumbl slavery for pleasure had once more become common place. Menand women alike would be sold into slavery to relieve debts- whether it be that they were sold my family members or friends, or just someone who happened to pick them up of the street, it did not matter. Once in a cage, once with a collar around their necks, they had no say in the matter.
Those of higher status made their way through the selling grounds wrpped in warm clothes, gazing upon the shivering specimens before them. Many were ragged with tracers running up their arms and legs from years of drug use. Others were young- some no more but children- and a few were old. There was even a pregnant woman or two- those would not likely be sold. No one wanted the child as well.
In the center of it all cowered Liera. A woman of barely 20 some years trembling from the cold as she tried to curl her body into the back of the cage. She wanted nothing more than just not to be seen. She had been in this very cage, fed only a single meal a day, for a week now. She was torn between wanting to be bought and just wanting to die.
Those of higher status made their way through the selling grounds wrpped in warm clothes, gazing upon the shivering specimens before them. Many were ragged with tracers running up their arms and legs from years of drug use. Others were young- some no more but children- and a few were old. There was even a pregnant woman or two- those would not likely be sold. No one wanted the child as well.
In the center of it all cowered Liera. A woman of barely 20 some years trembling from the cold as she tried to curl her body into the back of the cage. She wanted nothing more than just not to be seen. She had been in this very cage, fed only a single meal a day, for a week now. She was torn between wanting to be bought and just wanting to die.