Chapter one: Wren
Breathe…
You know that point in your life when you wonder if life is worth it or not? Well welcome to my life. I guess living in a cage can do that to you.
Shit!
The door swings open and the hues of yellow from the light shines into the dark, damp, empty room. The silhouette of a figure stands in the doorway.
“Number 46. It's your turn", the dark and deep voice echoes and you can hear the shivers of the other numbers in their cage.
Numbers. That's all we are here. The boy in the large metal dog cage next to me is let out. He stumbles to keep up to the fast paced man. The door slams shut and I let out the breath I didn't even realize I was holding.
I barely remember who I am anymore. I write in the dust that litters at the bottom of my cage,
“W-R-E-N”.
That is my name. Wren. I think. I believe that's what they called me. I've been here for so many years. At least it feels like it. The men never tell us the day. They never talk. It seems like days and nights are endless.
SLAM!
The door swings open loudly as it bangs into the wall. I jump. The figure walks into the room and I stiffen in fear.
“Number 47, get your ugly ass up.”
It's my turn...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
His to Keep
Ficción GeneralWren is a 17 year old boy. Living in a slave quarter since he was ten to be raised to be the perfect little slave. He is now old enough to sold off. Will the horror stories from returned slaves be true? Will his new master be as evil as they say? Ca...
