He's here.
Finally it's time.
I'm out of this filthy place. No more chains, no more porridge for breakfast, no more waiting days sometimes even months to use the shower.
Maybe god really does exist.
"Does this one tickle your fancy sir?" Asked the matron, her wart moving up and down.
"Certainly, she does indeed tickle my fancy I'll take her. How much?"
"600 for the child" replied the matron her eyebrow now in an arch.
"600 eh. That's fine in fact that's perfect." He said in a cheery tone. The corners of his mouth twisting into a horrific smile.
He walked towards me his dark brown orbs shining in the dull light. "Come now, we're going home". He grabbed me and dragged me to his Rolls Royce.
That's it now. I've been bought. He'll probably use me and throw me away like they did.
Or maybe he's different.
No they're all the same
Every last one of them.
