Warmth

Locked away in the dark corners of Gibraltar, is a young girl who goes by Number 12. Her name is unknown even to herself and with her, she is held prisoner with other females just like her. Empty shells of who they all once were, brainwashed through extreme measures of torture to lust after any man who touches them. Night after night an auction is held for any man who is in need of a woman's body. Then after a hard days work, all the girls are lined up and hosed down to clean them of last nights customers.

Another auction night begins and all goes according to plan, until Number 12 gets on stage. The power cuts out and she feels something put over her then knocked out.

Later, it's revealed to Number 12, that her kidnapper was actually her savior.
His face was shielded with some sort of visor, where his eyes were glowed a prominent red. His hair was a snow white color and slightly receded. His outfit seemed to be an odd form of a military uniform.

He spoke with few words and his voice was gruff, but this didn't phase Number 12 too much. She still responded with nods or a slight shake of the head.

Number 12 never thought about the day she would actually be free from her chains. The path this man has given her was unclear. It was left up to her to decide; and that's what scare Number 12 the most.

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Please note that this story is not for the light of heart and contains material that might not be suitable for some readers. If you find human trafficking or self harm offensive, please DO NOT read this story.

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Book cover art credit goes to SnowWhiteBirdie https://snowwhitebirdie.tumblr.com/