*V's P.O.V.*
I was trapped my whole life; confined within the walls of my transparent shell. In rows we lined up, waiting for someone to need us, hoping to get out of here before we become an inconvenience.
As the days go by, our self worth crumbles and we become less of who we were. Out with the old, in with the new. Now I sit next to the hot shit. Next to him, I am nothing. I just just want someone to see how well I suck. Vroom Vroom. I have potential. Vroom Vroom.
Months pass. People look, people touch, people manhandle. But they don't give me the chance I need to show them I can be what they want.
It all started with rough hands turning me over to my backside. He must have seen something he liked, because the next moment I am pulled towards jeans filled with a man. He looks in awe of my price tag and puts me next to his Top Ramen and clearance briefs.
I am free at last.
