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(Chapter one)
I knew it would happen eventually.
I'd replayed the moment, again and again, in my head.
But nothing could have prepared me for this.
I sit in the cage, the tiny space only just big enough for me to move around. My legs ache; I haven't stretched them in weeks.
The agony is unbearable.. I'd kill myself if I could.
But they foresaw it coming, they made the cage so safe I couldn't kill myself simply by holding my breath.
No, there's a tube shoved down my windpipe. I cannot choke myself.
I hate this. I've cried so much, wishing for the guards to just kill me.
I don't even know what they want with me.
There's other people here, but they don't speak either. They can't.
So we please ourselves by staring at each other, silently, trying to magically evolve telepathic capabilities.
I wish.
I look down, just because.
I'm not wearing anything as usual. Clothes could kill us, they said. It will be fine, they said.
It would be fine, if I didn't have such huge boobs.
Their eyes are always locked on me. But I can get them back, because the man opposite me is undeniably gorgeous.
Plus his penis is huge.
So I have ways of amusing myself.
This time I look around. My hair is ridiculously long now, and in the time before (before what?) I remember getting a trim every so often, shampooing and conditioning it.
Now it's just gross. I haven't washed it since the day before I was here, and that could be years ago.
I wonder if anyone misses me.
I hope so. I hope they're searching. I hope they find me.
It's getting dark now. There are tiny little windows on either side of the room. There are cages below and above me. That's another reason why my hair is so filthy; the person above me keeps shitting on my head. I can't look up enough to see if it's a boy or a girl, but the ages here range from 9 to about 60. The cage below me holds a man, and I'm glad he can't look up. The cages either side of me hold girls, of about 17. They disappear sometimes, and come back filthy and crying. I don't want to think about it. But I hope, I wish, I dream, that one day these cages will open and I will be free.
Please.