Life is a blurr of pain and confusion. Staring up at these bars, She wonders if those will be the only things filling her vision. If this cage will remain her world. Vanessa is a fifteen year old child, waiting to be sold to her master. She is innocent to the world and is still young minded. This is the story of her survival and finding love.

This is my first movella!


1. Shaking

Shaking. Why does that happen? I'm terrified, I know. I guess my body wants to remind me how much. They aren't looking though, they haven't since I got here. I know what they want though, I I don't get why. It hurts us emotionally and physically to make us fall in love. I know that won't happen to me, no one will ever take me out of this cage. That is the one thing in sure about. These bars are uncomfortable but they keep my safe. Not from the prying eyes but from falling in love. I don't really get love, I've never felt it. That's why. I lay down and watch all the men walk by me, asking the shop keeper to unlock cages or betting against another man. Fighting for one girl who doesn't want to go with either of them. This is the world for as long as I have known it, girls being sold to boys for pleasure. Only the boys though, but I don't know how they get pleasure from us especially because all they do is scream and make us cry. It's confusing and I hope I never understand. I close my eyes and try an erase the cage from my vision, it's my protector but can get annoying at times. Drifting away I barely hear his voice, whispering my name, "Venessa". It's so calm, softly spoken through the bars. I open my eyes and look up. Kneeling next to my cage is a boy, his blonde hair is messy and his eyes, are so blue. I don't know how to describe him but he makes my stomach feel strange. I sit up and a small whimper escapes my lips. He watches me with a look I've never seen, is he sad? I pull my knees close to my body and the shaking starts again. Why is he looking at me? No one ever does. His hand wraps around the bars, "hey, hey shhhhh." His voice comes out soothingly and it calms me a bit. I stare at his hand, it's big, bigger than mine. He pulls it away and holds it up for me, watching closely. I slowly bring my hand up and scoot foreword. I then watch his lips, curving up into a smile. I gently press it to his, cocking my head. He chuckles, "it's bigger, isn't it?". I look up at him and nod slowly as he wraps his hand around mine.

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