"I just wanted out. I wanted to be safe. I felt trapped in this world of darkness. Surrounded by whimpers during the night, and screams during the day. I don't have the best life. I live within the cell of Hell. The smell of urine, being able to take a shower every now and again. If we are good, we get a scrap of food. If we are bad we go hungry for days. I was, well, I wish I used to this sort of Hell. Kids begging for a new life. I have had watched so many die before me. Begging for a new life. In hope of having something new. Watching kids play with their family as we look out the window. Where only hope. What is that saying? 'Grass is greener on the other side'? For us, on the other side meant peace. A child of whom was only four died last week. He hadn't eaten in two weeks. He was forced to drink his own urine to keep his thirst at bay. Yet. I've seen worse. During adoption day. Kids are lucky to get out of this misery. They are known as the 'favourites'. They never have to clean, or, do any chores. They are free to come and go when they please. If we get too old or no one sees interest in us. We are know as the kids that will be soon forgotten. Once eighteen we are allowed to live on our free will. No one, and I mean no one has ever seen the age of eighteen. Possibly never will."


The children laid on their bed. Starving, thirsty. Practically withering away to nothing. Most just laid there looking at the ceiling, every now again getting a small shimmering light as the cars passed by. Life in an orphanage was a disaster. Filled with horror and tormented souls. Kids were go hungry for days, even weeks. They were nothing but slaves in the orphanage. Some were lucky, the got out. Whether by being adopted or death taking pity on them. Some of them were still here even in their teenage years. Though any child that got close to the age of eighteen. Either never blew out the candle to signify freedom, or they just mysteriously disappeared. The breathing from the children was shallow, as if someone would have to listen really close to just hear a faint breath. This wasn't a home, this was a torturous place. No one on the outside knew of the horrors that lurked behind the walls that were never seen. The Madam of the residence loved the fact she was in complete control. She was getting rich off of these kids. Well, the word for that would be; Slave.

The Madam was dark and evil. She had a smile that didn't make anyone cringe, the complete opposite. She knew how to lure parents or as she called them, 'Clients'. Into her Hell House. Due to the fact she never took the families in any other room except the dining room and the living room. They would never expect this woman that was gorgeous beyond words, could hold such a horrid and disturbing secret. The female was always wearing black, as if she was always attending a funeral. Then again at least a child a day was dying. She hardly was ever seen smiling, unless the day of Adoption was here. Then that's all she was. Smiling. If there was a good turn out. All the kids could rejoice and eat. If the turn out was bad, only the selected few were allowed to eat. Now, today was like the others. Abuse, neglect, and starvation.

"Oi! Where are the eldest?!" Madam Chevalier asked. She watched the servant fetch the children, "Its about damn time!" She scoffed. The female was in no mood. She looked over the children. Some were so skinny, that at least three were in casts due to breaking bones. "Hmm. Which one will be my favourite today?" She asked with an eerie smirk. Walking past each child, "None of these pleases me. Take them away, and cage them up." She hissed. Now, watching servant leave. The female walked into the kitchen, she could smell the divine aroma, "Mmm. That smells ever so good." The female stated as she let the servant get back to cooking. The female was one that liked to crack the whip as well. Some of the children had cut along their back from where the whip hit and tore open their flesh. The Madam took in a deep breath, as she snapped her fingers. A little bow took his spot on his hands and knees. Once sitting down, the female propped her feet against the boy's back. "Now, no watching television. Once it is on. You'll keep your eyes on the floor. Do you understand?!" The female asked with a hiss,

"Yes, Madam." He replied,

"What was that?" She asked aloud,

"Yes, Madam!" He said louder,

"That's my boy." The female grinned. The female watched the television for a good few hours of the day. To just ignore the groans of the children. She didn't really care. With all honesty, she hated children. Yet, she loved money. There is always a thin line between love and hate.


The only one that bit her tongue and tried to hide the pain was, Luka. A young woman with long flowing pink tresses. She didn't have much of a childhood, especially in this Hell. She was given up when she was about five. She had a new home, till the parents were mysteriously murdered. In which left Luka to her own devices. She was weak just like the others. She had to live on what she was given. Scraps here and there. Water that tasted like lead. She took in a deep breath as she saw a child suffering to even stand on his own. Rushing over to him, she caught him before her could fall. "Come on, buddy. Madam can not see you like this." Luka murmured. "You gotta stay strong." Luka stated. The female held the boy upward. Her and him both were praying to either to be adopted or death. In which they would both accept either or. Yet, seeing they were never a 'favourite'. They gladly would choose death. Walking the little boy to his bed, "I'll finish." Luka smiled,

"Madam will be mad. She will hate me and lock me away till I surely die." His accent was almost sounding like he was from India,

"I promise, she will never find out. Please rest." She stated with one of the warmest smiles. That was until she heard,

"Please Father. Take my soul. Take me away from this world, and give me happiness. No child shall live like this. Please Father, gather me and take me to my true home." He continued. "I rather die then live in this filth any longer. We shouldn't live like animals or slaves. Father, I ask you now-Please take my spirit. Let me live in Heaven and not of Hell." The boy's voice becoming raspy sounding. His chest heaved as tears rolled down his cheeks. The cheek bone was obviously visible. "Pl-Please Father." The young male had suffered enough. He was covered in bug bites from sleeping with the dog, within the cage. He had blisters upon the palms of his hands, and on the bottom of his feet. His lips were so cracked, that every time he opened his mouth. They would split open and cause his lips to bleed. "Fath-er. If taking me. Please watch over Luka. She is good. Very good. Father-Oh Father I commend my spirit." With those final words, the boy just gave up. In which after he closed his eyes. He didn't wake up.

"Raja?" Luka ran to the male, "Raja?! No no. Come on, buddy. Come back to me. Please." Luka was pleading with that of a dead child. "Raja, do not leave me too." She whispered. Luka rested her head against the frail body of the young boy. "Raj-" Once about to stutter his name, she heard the Madam's voice,

"Ah, pity. Another." She stated. Immediately she grabbed Luka's arm. In which she broke, "Oops." The Madam stated, "Clean him up. And dig him a grave." The Madam threw Luka halfway through the room. "Oh, next time you do another's chore that is not of your own. It'll be you last. This I promise you." She stated with coldness in her tone. Her heels made a clicking noise against the hardwood floor. She never really liked Luka. In her eyes, Luka was weak. Forever will she be weak. This is why she would never be one of the 'favourites'. The Madam hated Luka the most of all. And she knew that she would have to make Luka pay. In which that was being locked in a cage like a disgusting animal, to not be fed for days.


Luka sat in the cage, she heard the laughing of children. Apparently this adoption went well, she lingered in the back of the cage. She was like some wild animal that was chosen to stay in the darkness to forever be hidden. No one knew of the horrors that took to these kids. Then again no one survived long enough to tell. Even the children that were adopted didn't say a word. They were so scared that what the Madam told them was true. She had a tracking device to where she could hear everything, even if the faintest of whispers could be heard. Luka heard the door creak open, she saw another child, "Di-" She was going to ask her something,

"Hurry. Eat. She doesn't notice I am gone she had to use the loo." The female stated. She watched Luka eat her food fast, like an animal. Once she was done. The girl immediately went upstairs. She felt bad Luka. She was the one that got everything the worse. From the lashings to the degrading words. No wonder Luka was terrified of the Madam or even going to sleep. For one time, she felt a rag over her mouth. The Madam had instructed one of the other kids to pour water over the rag, making Luka gag. That was a punishment by throwing up her water that she was given. Once looking back, the female exited the basement.

Luka took in a deep and a struggling breath. She made herself at home within the cage. Luka wasn't getting any better. In fact she was getting worse. Her health was plummeting. Her fights for life were becoming nothing. She, like Raja, wanted to die. Luka was barely hanging on. She had no hope, she just wanted to get the hell out of the psycho's domain. Luka grew tired, and slid her arms beneath her head and used the very small scrap of cloth to at least cover up her feet. She soon dozed off to fall asleep. She was trying her hardest to keep some strength. Some fight. Yet, that was getting harder and harder everyday. "Pl-Please let me get out of here." She prayed in silence. For only turning fifteen, she was the most mature female within the orphanage. This included the Madam. Luka took in a shivering breath, and before long she was in a deep sleep. Two things were going through her head; One) She hoped to never awaken again. Two) That someone would take pity on her. Releasing her from the Hell that she had found herself in. Give her a reason to have hope again.

Luka slowly awoke and saw the Madam standing near the cage. Which almost gave her a heart attack, "Ma-d-am." Luka stuttered,

"Learned your lesson?" She asked,

"Y-Yes." Luka replied. She was yanked out of the cage then brought up to the room she shared with the other children,

"Get some rest. Then be quiet tomorrow. Its adoption day. Remember, that is your day off. You be good, I'll feed you. If your bad, your new and permanent home will be the damn cage." The Madam turned on heel and left Luka.

The pink hair female went to her assigned bed, and pulled the covers over very frail frame. Slowly despite being cold, she fell asleep. She wanted a better day. She wanted a better life. No, she needed a better life. A home with caring and loving parents. Yet, she didn't see that coming. She only saw that she was going to surely die before she is the age of sixteen. A day where the age is supposed to be sweet. For her, she knew if she lived till then. Her 'sweet sixteen' would be that of a 'bitter sixteen'. Luka surely was now wishing to die. She couldn't be in the hell that Madam Chevalier had put her in. She was fifteen for goodness sake. How could a woman that supposedly 'loved' and 'cared' for these children? Be ever so cruel. What people didn't see, the people didn't need to know. Luka was begging now within her dreams. That someone would have mercy on her soul. Maybe one day, maybe one day.