Chapter One "The Threat"
"Line up straight, you vermin!" yelled the little, fat green man, that stood a little over four foot tall and twice that in width, puffs of gray hair stuck out of the top of his large, round head. His long jagged cracked, and chipped yellow teeth sticking out from his mouth.
All the women standing disorganized in the room straightened up, letting their rags of clothes barely hanging on from threads, hang exposing the flesh they thought might help them escape from this place, and formed a line, side by side, that stretched down the large corridor, except for a young women sitting in the corner, clothed in a pair of baggy black pants and a baggy black shirt.
She sat comfortably, with a book in her hand, letting her long charcoal black hair hang uselessly in front her face, changing slightly red and blue in spots, as she read.
She ignored the mans command, and just let her black eyes roam the page, laughing inside knowing what was going to happen next. I don't know why he tries, she thought to herself, mentally laughing at the visions of the past, which raced through her mind.
The green man growled between his teeth, looking almost as though he was trying to make a smile form on his deformed face. He strutted over to the girl in a few quick steps and grabbed her by the upper arm, and hauled her to her feet, spitting purple slim in her face as he talked, "you are not yet sold, and you will fallow my instructions, Dread, or you'll get the wipe!"
A slight giggle emerges from her lips as she finally looks him in the eye, a smile playing on her lips; as she wiped the smelly slim from her cheek. "You know you wouldn't to that, Luscious" she says in a deadly calm voice, while he watched her anger grow by the tightening of her jaw, "bring on the wipe" she said in a wispier, "you know you can't touch me."
She sat back down on the chair she was on, and starts to read her book again.
Her hair turning fully black, as she looked up, and saw him glaring down upon her. "Problems?" she asked in a sweet, yet bitter voice.
"Yes, in fact I do." He paused, as he saw a small smile form on her full lips, he gritted his teeth, holding back his hatred, while his nails dug into his palms, and then continued, "I don't care what you are, where you come from, or that you can easily kill me. I will sell you today, even if it is only for two dollars, you will be gone from this place, and I'll make sure you hate it." His eyes turned to his usual red as he said this, as they always seem to every time he even thought about the girl in front of him.
Dread just sat there smiling, knowing that unless he gave her away free, no one would pay a cent for her kind, or so she thought, as Luscious stomped off, clearly furious at her, promising himself that he would be rid of her very soon.