"This one." I flinch as his large hand presses into my shoulder.
I can't see him, but I can feel his eyes on me, making my skin crawl.
"Let. Go." I stand straighter, hoping to loosen his grip.
It works!
Then he's in front of me, smiling as he presses my feet into the floor. There's something sinister in his eyes.
"You are perfect. Just enough attitude to keep people watching."
His hand cups my chin, and his eyes are an ocean in which I'm drowning, but I can not look away.
Tall, my first thought as I pull away from him.
Clunk, clink.
The metal chains are grating against the floor reminding me that I can not leave by choice.
Stepping back, he turns and disappears down the hallway.
Beyond my reach, I pull on the chains but the only reaction is from the others bound to me.
A collective groan.
"Please stop. I can't take much more, just wait till I am gone. Then drag my body apart. Just don't make me...feel it."
Violet has been here with me the whole time.
Her body is failing, the genes meant to weaken us are killing her.
A ghost of her former self, I can not bring myself to hurt her, with her skin already tightening, compressing her whole body.
Customers only mess with her, as if she were damaged goods and nobody cared.
But I care.
That's why I never struggle hard enough to hurt myself. I could not bare to cause her pain.
I just hope she finds some relief soon.
Either someone will have pity for her, and nurse her back to health like some broken winged bird, or she will die.
The jingle of keys brings me back to this moment.
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Fight Or Flight
General Fiction"No. She wouldn't!" The tears have fallen before I know it. It sounds just like Violet, fighting just to get someone else to be safer. "No. No." This can not be happening. Bailey is trapped. Forced to take almost any job. She's trying to pay off a...
