Nessie

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.

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2. Smile

He walked away after that, of course. I scoot back into the cage once more and look down. I thought he liked me but how could he? I'm not pretty like these other girls and I don't boobs as big as theirs. They don't even show in this shirt, I'll never be bought. Maybe that's a good thing though. I watch people walk by and catch myself looking for him. I do wish that he would come back. A couple more minutes go by along with my hopes, I should stop. I sigh and crawl to the front of the cage. I wrap my hands around the bars and see him. His blonde head standing out among the rest. I sit up and watch him coming towards me. He has something in his hand. I know what it is. That faded pink blanket and stuffed lamb, they never left my side before this. He kneels down in front of my cage and smiles at me. "Hi, Venessa. I got something for you." He holds them, staring at me. I look down at them them back up at him. He holds out the lamb, "do you have a name for this little guy?". I nod, "c-curly, s-sir," I squeak out and his smile gets impossibly bigger. "It suits him" he chuckles, sliding it through the bars. I grab it hesitantly, pulling it close to my body. He then shifts his attention to the blanket, "does this one have a name?". I reach for it, "b-blankey, sir". He gently places it in my hand and I pull it into me. "I like that name, venessa. I love yours though. It's pretty, defiantly suits you." I blush but don't really know why, I think he said I was pretty. He sits on his bum and looks around, "you like it here, Venessa?". I watch him and shake my head, looking at the owner. He looks at home also and sighs, "he's not very nice, is he?". I shake my head and look back at him, "you are, sir". He smiles at me, "well thank you sweetheart. How would you like to come home with me?". I nod and feel myself smile once more, I have never smiled this much.

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