Okay, so this is a prolog, of course. Um, I guess r&r? Where this idea came from will be credited on the next this posted, along with why it's rated M.
*On Seperatist planet*
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
-Evanescence
I laid on my bed, thinking about the words that kept coming to mind.
"Sh, I'm sorry, baby," the voice whispered to me. I closed my eyes to the familiar voice. I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm on my clock going off. I went to refresher and looked in the mirror, a girl about 19 looked back at me. She had pale skin, black with slight silver-grey highlites and blue tipped hair. The dark red, slowly going to a light, almost pink, red around the pupils. She seemed so foregin, like I was put into a different body.
I sighed, slipped off my pajamas, and looked in the mirror again. I had curves in the right places, but I didn't see how people Wanted me. Whatever. I continued my morning routine, shower, dry and flat-iron my hair, then change into the clothes I had for the day. For being a slave, I think I wasn't really bad off.
All the owners I had, they knew each other and treated me about the same. I was only used for solicitation once, only once, then I was 'given' to another slaver because the other one had gotten killed. Karma's a bitch. Some of the owners had been leniant as to not put some sort of chain on me, letting me only go till the chair ended, one had put a tracker in me to follow my movements. Another had had someone follow me when I was sent to go pick something up from a store, but none of them truly forced me to stay in a certain area.
They all knew I had nowhere to go, and I would never ever sell my body even if I was starving, if I ran away. I had a sick feeling in the back of my throat. I had no way of getting out, I'd be a slave for as long as I lived. No, don't think like that, hope is the only way I'll ever live through this. I shook the felling off, grabbed my bag and walked to where my master was waiting in his bar.
"You're late," he said matter of factly.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He nodded and gave me my work till the bar officialy opened for the day.
*When the bar opens*
The bar was crowded today, more than usual. I put on a fake smile and walked around taking drink orders, constantly swerving from the touch of other drunken species who reached for me. They all did, always, not one never did.
There was a slight breeze from the door being opened, and two figures walked in. They slid into an empty booth in the corner. I glimpsed at them as I grabbed the drinks that had been ordered and brought them to the apropiate table. They must be brothers, twins, because they looked exactly the same minus that they had different hair colors.
I drifted over to them, it was never good to keep people waiting which I learned 1st hand. When I was at their table, I started my usual speach, "Hello, I'm Álainn, and I'll be your server." I tilted my head slightly, "What would you like as your first drink?"