Snippet #2389451

It was cold and damp in this abandoned building. People around me sob and whimper as we are all forced to stand in a straight line. "Hello," who had captured me beings to speak," I and my fellow friends have brought you here to have all your wildest dreams come true, perhaps. Soon a large group of Upper Class people will come to examine you, and if lucky you'll get picked to marry them." A smirk wiggles across his face indicating he is thinking something more sinister within.

Looking from side to side I can tell he's collected all of us from different forms of life. There's a short girl with large green eyes dressed in a summer dress, a large boy with nothing but tags for clothes, and then there's me wearing nothing but lingerie. I feel naked and disgraced. I hate my job, the clothes I must wear, and I especially hate being seen this way. Mentally I know no one's looking at me, but inside I feel like all stares are on me hiding me. I cross my arms around my chest to try hiding my chest some, my legs automatically cross themselves and my face burns. I feel my whole body burning in fact, like a thousand fire ants biting at once. This feeling isn't new though, I'd came across it a few times at work, but this is much worse. This embarrassment is almost unbearable and the fear unrealistic.

"And," the man continues, "failure to be picked will have you sent off into the red light districts to gain me and my associates money." His grin is wicked and so unfair. "They'll be here to inspect you soon." The cries and weeps grow louder as my body begins to tremble. I don't know how to think correctly if I were to try to run I'd most likely be killed and if I'm chosen I'll be wed and if not it'll be nothing knew. Two large limos pull into this waste land. From each limo a large man with black glasses and a sharp suit on comes over to the large line and begins inspecting. Taking in a deep breath I stop my trembling, if this is a test on beauty I know I can pass, well at least I think. Sooner then I thought the men arrive at me, they both take off their glasses and begin touching me. One starts on my thighs while the other my waist, their hands both gloves but cold. The feel of their touch is awkward, but doable, nothing I'm not use to. The one at my thighs pulls out pen and paper and starts writing something down and once done he feels around my chest, face, and hair and gots more things down. "Out of line." He says to me placing a gentle hand on my right shoulder he pulls me kindly over to the limo, it is shocking how gentle he is being, the first kind thing that's happened so far in this trashy place. "You'll be perfect." He tells me with a smile. "The rich will be here soon and for sure you'll be one they pick." Pick? I thought this was the rich ones, but I guess my thought was wrong.