authors note:ok ok i know its short and i said it would be longer but i need to get all the boring explaining and introducing in before it gets good...please review and like and all that wonderful stuff,I'm open to any kind of feed back. and i always have my rabid cat around in case you need a little threatening
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Chapter 3: captive
For days and days Kay and me were dragged around from port to port.
My wrists where slick with blood and stung, at first I would cry but I got used to the pain.
Men walked up to us and inspected us, examining our teeth and felt our arms and legs, testing us for our strength and agility.
One man even walked up and purposely groped us, Kay slapped him hard and I saw her wince as the shackles dug into her arm as she did so.
Later we saw the red-eyed man (Gilbert) and the German man talking to him and it ended with him getting chucked in the ocean and us laughing.
One day I asked Kay " why do people keep coming up to us and inspecting us?" "Oh they're deciding weather or not they want to buy us, where slaves after all" she said this as if I was stupid.
"I know I just, whatever" I said getting flustered.
"How do you know so much anyway?" I asked.
"My father sold me, he was in the business and I tried to stop him, as you can see it didn't end well" she answered.
I tried to imagine what it would be like for my father to sell me, but couldn't.
After a few months I barley remembered my old life, now everything was just me and Kay and I grew used to the ever sore feet and grime that hung over everything.
I wasn't happy but I wasn't miserable, just, well me.
Laughing didn't come so easily and I never smiled, just shuffled along in quiet company with Kay.
Then one day someone spoke for her.
When the men came and dragged her away we cried and clung to each other, the last companion, and friend I had was being torn away.
After that I didn't speak or feel, I just walked along, numb and alone.
Until Kiku came.
Authors note: told you it was mad short