Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Aug 31, 2016 3:29:31 GMT
Mankind 's hands crafted many constructs that pierced into the infinite black sea called sky. Structures crafted from concrete and refined iron were spread all in all directions. From what was once only stone and wood, villages and castles, slowly evolved throughout the years into massive cities of steel. And, yet, within the town a large park remained just as did mountains with trees somewhere off in the distance. Mankind had yet to completely subdue nature and until humanity cultivated those old forests, where tree still stood tall from root to trunk, the mystery would continue.
Though many a person lived their lives without trouble, some thrived in darkness where many chose to ignore. They lived content on their island called chosen ignorance, ignoring shady deals . Could they be blamed for their selfishness? Was it wrong to not intervene when life's precious elixir was plastered across the ground for cash? For one young girl, all she could do was shiver with controlled rage. A deep voice spoke. "She'd go for a fine price. It's a shame I can't break her in."
Yet that gruff voice did not speak to her, but, rather, the two standing behind. He was a tall, well built, man. His black suit was fashioned similar like that of a professional. White undershirt, leather shoes, and a cane carried on his left side. Yet his right hand cupped her face. From side to side her turned her head, then up and down; He examined pale skin yet yellow eyes that poured water. Those fearful optics dared not look directly at him and crying was no use; Her voice had long given out. Though she was not covered in a single bruise, as the men did not dare physically assault her.
They did not dare. "But sir, she's a monster." One man spoke, his hair long and black and dress akin to a biker's. "No" The larger man spoke, who of which was their apparent boss. "She will do just fine. She's a rarity. Do you know how rare it is to come across someone with her blood? It is unheard of, nigh so." His tone was that of an Englishman who spoke like someone from The States. The other two were Hispanic in decent, but their tone apparently southern. "Keep her in chains. Rope will not do." The young woman was bound with arms behind her back and handcuffs on her feet and hands for safe measure.
She was surrounded by white wooden walls on all sides. It was a small room, no bigger than a bedroom of average size. No windows but the floor had tan carpet covered in a few blood stains. The metal door that the men shut behind them, there was no way to break out. There were several claw marks on the sides of the room with various blood stains from people who tried clawing their way out. Sadly, to no avail, did anyone leave.
Though many a person lived their lives without trouble, some thrived in darkness where many chose to ignore. They lived content on their island called chosen ignorance, ignoring shady deals . Could they be blamed for their selfishness? Was it wrong to not intervene when life's precious elixir was plastered across the ground for cash? For one young girl, all she could do was shiver with controlled rage. A deep voice spoke. "She'd go for a fine price. It's a shame I can't break her in."
Yet that gruff voice did not speak to her, but, rather, the two standing behind. He was a tall, well built, man. His black suit was fashioned similar like that of a professional. White undershirt, leather shoes, and a cane carried on his left side. Yet his right hand cupped her face. From side to side her turned her head, then up and down; He examined pale skin yet yellow eyes that poured water. Those fearful optics dared not look directly at him and crying was no use; Her voice had long given out. Though she was not covered in a single bruise, as the men did not dare physically assault her.
They did not dare. "But sir, she's a monster." One man spoke, his hair long and black and dress akin to a biker's. "No" The larger man spoke, who of which was their apparent boss. "She will do just fine. She's a rarity. Do you know how rare it is to come across someone with her blood? It is unheard of, nigh so." His tone was that of an Englishman who spoke like someone from The States. The other two were Hispanic in decent, but their tone apparently southern. "Keep her in chains. Rope will not do." The young woman was bound with arms behind her back and handcuffs on her feet and hands for safe measure.
She was surrounded by white wooden walls on all sides. It was a small room, no bigger than a bedroom of average size. No windows but the floor had tan carpet covered in a few blood stains. The metal door that the men shut behind them, there was no way to break out. There were several claw marks on the sides of the room with various blood stains from people who tried clawing their way out. Sadly, to no avail, did anyone leave.
