PS.
I am coming up with a better name
The bright morning sun streamed through a grimy square window on the ceiling of a cement room. It cast a shaft of golden light over the delicate bronzed back of a young woman. Her scarlet hair dangled over her smooth, sloping shoulders. Her spine rippled down her crouched form. It lead to a white sheet that lay around her legs and hips. Her head was bent over her knees; her forest green eyes gazed out into the darkness, their perfect irises shifting in the changing light. A long nose sloped downwards to a pair of luscious red lips, twitching slightly like a frightened animal.
The same, grey... unhappy walls. Why am I here, who am I? What am I?
A loud knock erupted from behind her, and her head snapped up abruptly. She slowly twisted her neck around and glared at the iron door that captivated her in the cell. Not the man, not him again, she thought, crumpling inside as memories of pain crowded her mind. He came, every day without fail, to punish her for nothing. Without another warning, the door swung open and smashed against the cold stone wall. The girl jumped but kept her eyes locked on the man before her. She wanted to make a difference this time, wanted to escape his ready fists. This time, she would fight back.
A toothless grin was spread across his wrinkled face; his large hands were clenched into whitening fists. Despite her hatred, fear crept into her like sand trickling through the small fingers of a child.
This did not bother the girl, it only triggered a sense of venom inside of her. She pulled back her lips in a sharp snarl that lightened to a hiss. Her gaze tightened around the man, and darkened with fearless anger.
The man stomps into the room. I come forwards to investigate only to be pushed to the floor and beaten. He thinks it is funny and hits me harder and harder. I scream and cry, but he never stops.
This same man, with this same face...
Those other people, out the glass wall, they where running and laughing. Not cleaning floors and getting wiped. Does this mean if I go out there, I can be like them, happy?
The man sighed and began to walk towards her. She backed away, her hisses growing into threatening growls.
"Now now darling... Don't be frightened. This won't hurt one bit."
His fist came forwards a bit, lifting his fist over her head. The girls eyes widened and she looked up at his hand.
I am forced to the clean the floors; I am tired, so I sit up. The man, he comes towards me, his hands balled into fists, and then...
The girl dodged between the man's legs, and made a beeline towards the door. But he was faster -- he grabbed her by her ankles and began to pull across the floor. She screamed and clawed at the stones beneath, her legs working desperately to wriggle free from his iron grasp. Her heart pounded and the blood pounded her ears, his leathery hands felt like sandpaper against her skin and she knew that she had no chance. The cement scrapped her outer lair of skin, triggering deep pain inside her body. He had her, but something inside of her told her to keep struggling and she did. He nocked lifted her head violently and pushed her up against the wall, the cold stone sent shiver down her bare back, his hot breath smothered her tear splattered face and she could feel the life being sucked out of her lungs, as he leant forwards cupping his hands around her breasts. He squeezed them, gritting his teeth with joy.
The girl screeched and pushed at his hands with hers. Her breasts ached and every muscle in her body was screaming in pain for him to stop. But he only squeezed harder. She couldn't take much more of this; it felt like she was going to burst. Finally, she snapped out with her teeth and sunk them deep into his skin. She felt his grip releasing, but her body trembled with the pain imprinted in her chest; she tore at his hard, bumpy skin. Satisfied, she pulled away and looked down. Her breasts were a deep purple and there was a white hand print on each one and that set her off like a fire. She lifted her face only to be punched her right in the nose. A small yip escaped from her lips before she fell limp in his grasp, unconscious.
The man cracked his large knuckles and grabbed her by the hair. Effortlessly, he threw her over his square shoulder and stomped back out the door, swinging it shut behind him. It creaked in protest before slamming shut.
He clanked down the depressing, dingy hallways. The floors where grey cobbled stone topped with small pebbles and bits of gravel. The walls bore no windows and constant gusts of unusual wind blew around small chunks of ash and embers.
He came through a small walkway to a brightly lit room. Two men where chatting quietly together beside a warm, crackling fire. They stopped and turned to the new man.
"What do you want henchman?" The tallest snapped, crinkling his nose up in disgust. His head was held high and his eyes where almost shut, the shadow of the glowing fire flickered at his neck and cast a dark shadow under his nose.
"The girl, what do you wish me to do with her?" The bulky man asked calmly. His posture held low and his voice sounded meek next to the other man.
"What has she done?" The obvious leader yawned.
"She hasn't been listening to me, and won't do a thing. She even worked up enough courage to bit me," he hissed, "the little bugger."
"Leave her to the forest dwellers, it's none of our business," snorted the other, matching the leaders posture.
The man nodded and went back through the door and down several more stairs.
They reached another door and continued on through.
The grey sky was bruised with dark, heavy clouds; rain spattered the cracked mud below.
The man grunted and tossed the small girl onto the ground, she crumpled into an uncomfortable looking position in the mud.
Her legs were tucked under her bottom and she lay back on her heels. Her arms rested on the ground in front of her head and her long, beautiful hair was muddied and stuck to her face. A thin trickle of blood ran down her cheek and formed a small puddle of crimson beside her.
The man disappeared through the door once more and left the girl alone.
After a few minutes a large white wolf pushed its way through the bushes. It sniffed the air uneasily, its fluffy down pelt blowing in the soft wind. It took weary steps towards the girl, stopping every step to sniff and study her.
After it was quite sure that she would cause it no harm, the wolf trotted up to her. It inspected her from head to toe with its cold, wet nose. Its blue eyes memorized the patterns of her breathing and the pulse of blood running through her veins.
Finally, it snorted with satisfaction and threw back its head. It parted its lips and let a small howl break the silence; the song grew louder and stronger until it rung out over the storm. Its feathered ears where pressed back against its head and its eyes where shut.
Then it all went dead silent...
