Screams. All I hear are screams. Feminine and childish. Manly and strong. Everyday I hear them. The people being tortured just because the guards feel like it. They come from different types of torture. Whipping, beating, cutting, and raping. I have suffered all of them. It especially pains me when the guards take their anger out on the youngest of us. To see a 12 year old girl being raped by a 30 - something year old man will rip your heart out and make your eyes bleed. But to get through the pain, I list what my life is like.
I am Katniss Everdeen. I am a slave, currently living in a cage in a slave trade farm. I have no family or friends. I...
My thoughts are interrupted by the head guard yelling. "Get up you worthless freaks. You have a new visitor. He may even want to buy one of you for a good fuck." He laughs at the last part. Everyone looks to each other and tries to make themselves presentable. I don't care so I just brush my large shirt off and stand up. But then I am captivated by the bluest eyes I have ever seen standing next to my cage, looking into my soul, and I think I'm starting to believe in love at first sight.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter and cliffhanger but I wanted to go ahead and get something out. Also sorry about the language. I don't cuss in real life, but a guard has to be mean. Just ask my math teacher! (She was a prison guard). Anyway, please R&R!