#Ghostgirl

Chapter 1 - The man with the rough hands

"Oow! owie! you're hurting me!" Her voice cried desperately. He had his hand wrapped around the upper part of her arm.

"If you'd just keep moving it wouldn't hurt so much!" His voice was rough, just like his hands.

The bag over her head made it difficult to walk without falling, and every time she did fall, he'd just pull her upright again.

She heard him opening a heavy door, "You know the drill, keep the bags on, hose them at the back, and put them in an empty cage." The man with the rough hands tugged her back. She lost her footing, but before she hit the ground she tugged upright again. She could feel the pain shooting through her entire arm.

"Oow! you're hurting me!" She cried.

"Shut your mouth or I'll rip your arm off next time!" She placed her hand over the bag to cover her mouth.

She heard three or four sets of footsteps pass in font of her, each accompanied by someone faintly crying. He tugged at her again, it was warmer inside. She heard the door closing behind her. He tugged again and she followed, unable to resist. She heard faint murmuring as they continued, she didn't know where she was being taken, but she knew she didn't want to be here.

They stopped suddenly, "Five in one night, that's a good haul" she heard someone say.

"You know how it is, some night everything just goes your way" the man with the rough hands said proud.

"What do you think she's planning to do with all of these girls?"

"Beats me, she's paying by the girl!"

"Did you see the thing... the, well, you know... have you seen it?"

"If you ask me, it looks like an expensive coffin... but then again, it took me two week to find the little faces that people send in messages" he broke out in laughter, and the other chimed in.

"Happy hunting!"

"We're done for the night, but thanks, will do"

There was another tug on her arm, each time being more painful than the previous. She followed quickly, hoping to avoid another one of his tugs.

She couldn't see much, only bits of light slipped through the bag. She kept close to him, hoping that if she behaved he won't tug her so hard anymore. Her arm was aching. She felt needles and pins from her elbow downwards. She was still crying, but softly, and every time she couldn't hold it in, she had to clamped the bag over her mouth. There was a tug on her arm, she winced in pain, she grabbed her arm gently and felt herself crash hard against a wall. She fell to her knees, hunched over, protecting her arm.

Ice cold water hit her from behind, her body reacting to it in shock, she hear screams coming from both sides, and then hear her own voice joining in. She heard men laughing, the one voice being the man with the rough hands.

"Always my favourite part of the night" she heard.

She was shaking, her clothes was soaked, she was freezing and her arm was pounding. The screams had stopped with the water. She felt a hand clasping around her sore arm. She winced in advanced, he tugged her to her feet. She grabbed her shoulder, hoping to ease the pain.

"Welcome to your new home", she felt herself being flung forward. She lost her footing and crashed into iron bars. She could feel exactly where they connected with her ribs. She hear a metal squeak, then a crash, and a lock clicking in.

She could hear him walking away, "Five more girls off the streets!"

"The best part is, we're getting paid for our services!"

"Damn right!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"Cheers"