'Well, well, well gents what do we have here?'
I opened my eyes, head pounding and eyes blurry. I shook my head until my vision corrected itself. The stench, a mixture of manure, sex, sea and alcohol filled my nostrils. Where was I? This wasn't Doncaster town. I then noticed, in front of me four sets of feet, four right ones and four left. All four sets were clad in the cleanest, shiniest, black calf high boots I'd ever seen. My eyes travelled upwards to discover four sets of eyes peering down at me with question. These men in uniform 'mmm' were all staring at me like I was from another planet. Who were they?
'Get her up' one of the men ordered another. The smallest of the men grabbed me and I retaliated and struggled.
'Get ya' hands off me' I resisted but he was too strong. I was pulled to me feet and thrusted in front of the commanding officer.
'What is your name wench?'
'Who the fuck are you calling wench, where am I? Who the hell are you guys?' Where was I?' I searched around for familiarity there was nothing. No cars, no shops and no chavs trying to blow up a phone box. There wasn't even a phone box. Everything looked so dirty, so brown and so old fashioned.
It was then I remembered, James, my boyfriend we had argued once again. He couldn't understand why I didn't want to sleep with him. What is it with men these days? Is that all they want? Why can't they wait and cherish the moment? We had argued like usual and I had ran off. Ran straight into the main road and then, well then I woke up here. But where is here?
SLAP!
'Answer me whore?' The officer slapped me. I must have switched off thinking about what had happened, ignoring his questions.
'My name is Katherine Freemen and I ain't no whore' I once against struggled against the hold of the other officer but I gave up quickly realising I would not be released from his grip.
'You certainly look like a whore.' The men laughed and looked me up and down, I looked as well I wore a short denim skirt, pink converse and a tight fitted vest top that was dirtied and torn just below my left breast. 'And what do we do to whore's boys?' The men once again laughed. The officer peered into my eyes 'A short drop and a sudden stop.' He laughed the man in uniform behind him imitated him hanging himself. And I gasped. The men dragged me while I screamed.
'No, no, no this isn't right I have human rights, you can't do this!' I struggled as the men dragged me down some cold stone steps in to a dark dingy place that smelled of piss and rot. 'You can't do this I screamed once again.'
'I'm afraid we can miss we work for the East Indian Trading Company, we can do what we like.' They all laughed as they opened the door to the cell and threw me in. My head hit the wall and I fell to the floor. I felt the blood seep from my skull. I saw a figure approach, in the darkness through my now clouded vision. Then nothing. Black once again.
There you are first chapter. I havent written any more to this story yet but i have lots of ideas. I would like reviews and opinions if you guys would like me to continue etc. so please comment Thanks x x x