Aliyah
Standing cuffed in the tube, listening to that woman talk about me as though as I were an object and not a person, listening as she sold me to the highest bidder, I’d never felt more shame in my life. I guessed it was my karma for all the death I’d caused.
The whirring sound suddenly began, and the tube was being mechanically moved off the stage, no doubt waiting for payment so my buyer could take me.
It felt like a lifetime but was probably only minutes before the doors opened and two men dressed in dark clothing were invited into the room.
“She’s had vile of silver. Would you like a dose of wolfsbane as well?” the hunter asked, “it costs more but she was a wild one when we found her.”
“Thank you, but we’ll manage,” his smooth voice eased as he held his hand out, “We can take
