Hahvoc The Decepticon
Singularity
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2009
It was cold in the small cage where she sat. Maria had been picked off the streets and put into the slave market and was now up for sale. She was a tiny little thing, roughly seventeen years old but looked younger. Her innocent face was smeared with a little bit of dirt from her struggles and her school uniform had been tampered with. Her shirt barely covered her breasts and her skirt had been torn to show off her legs and thighs, just barely hiding her virginal assets. She couldn't believe what had happened to her. And to think she had been happy when she had been returning from school three weeks ago. Nobody was looking for her and she hoped that whoever decided to buy her would be kind and gentle. As much as she hated the idea of being a slave, she hoped that if she had to stay one, the man or woman that bought her would take care of her. She was fragile after all and just learning about the harshness of the world that she lived in. She tucked her feet under her bum as she sat in the cage, watching strange and scary people gawk at her cute innocence. She couldn't stand it and buried her face in her hands, trying not to cry. She only hoped that her salvation would pass by and choose her.