“I will escape this place” I keep telling myself over and over. “I will escape this place no matter what!” I cry out. I don't know how long I've been in here. It's felt like months maybe even years since they took me away. I want to go home. I want to hug my parents again. Then, I remember the scene I saw before being taken here. The sound of the door to my house being broken off, my parent’s screams, their blood splattering on the walls, the men laughing at my screaming, defiling me and my mother’s corpse, my calls for help being ignored.
The tears started falling down my face “Why?” I tried to keep my voice from quivering “Why me?!” I embrace my legs and bury me head into them to smother the weeping.
The cell I’m in is small, dark, and cold. I’m alone with a rag covering my bruised body and only a small window to look out of. I see a full moon and I get up to look at it closer. The moon is just as alone as I am right now. That’s must be why it followed me here. “I want to be your friend” I whispered to it. I knew it couldn’t hear me.
I heard the bang of the door behind me; that means the men are coming back. “Come here.” One of them called in his deep and intimidating voice. I slowly walked to them and he kicked me to the ground and wrapped my hands and mouth in rope. He pulled me up, then stuffed my head into a ruff bag. What’s going to happen to me? “Walk” he said. I started to walk forward. His hand was on my fore arm, I wanted to slap it away. I heard voices in the distance, they were laughing and slurred. As we walked by the voices, I heard some of them whistling and whooping. I wondered what is was they were cheering for. The man behind me pulls my arm to a halt and says "Quite a catch, isn't she?". The cheering grew louder. I tried to cry for help but the cloth in my mouth muffled the sound and made it sound more like a groan. I felt something touch me and before I could pull away the man said "Ey! Keep your hands off." and started to pull me away again.
We walked for a very long time after that. The only thing I could hear was our footsteps and the mans heavy breathing. The questions started boiling in my head: where am I, what's going to happen to me, who is this man, what if... what if I were to kick this man right now, would I be able to escape? I cleared my mind instantly, that would be a stupid mistake. I can't do anything while blinded and tied up. Unless I want to be killed. Actually, that would be....nice. I have a strange feeling that whatever lies ahead isn't good. From this feeling, I probably prefer to be dead. Being dead would be--
The man shoves me to the ground "Stay here. If you don't, I'll shoot you." I would if I could but these binds make it impossilble to move. I hear doors open and a voice coming from inside. Another man. He says "Come in," he has the tone of a noble man "bring her here. I want to have a better look at her." The man picks me up by the arm again and drags me a couple of steps ahead, throwing me to the floor again. This flooring was carpet now, it was soft. I could hear footsteps around me, moving in a slow circle.
"I think this one's got protential." The man says with an impressed tone in his voice "I'd say she is worth 9 hundred."
"12 hundred" The man behind me says. There was a pause.
"10 hundred or no deal" The noble sounding man declared.
"Fine. Here she is." He kicked me towards him.
"Take her away." I felt hands around my arms again as I was being dragged off. As we moved I heard the talking from the two men in the background getting quieter and quieter. Then, a pair of heavy sounding doors were opened and I felt cold air hit my bare skin. I tried to squrm but the grims of the men grew tighter and they pushed me into something off of the ground. They took the bag off of my head and I saw three other women, all looked like they were in their early to late 20's, in a broken down carrage. They closed the door behind me before I could do anything. And the carrage started moving in an unknown direction. The carrage and my life.
