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Cages
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,089
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cages
The room was dark with only one miniscule window to the outside world that barely illuminated the stone, dungeon-like hallway, let alone the row of cages against the wall. There were twelve cages, side by side, from one end of the thin room to the other. Three girls to every cage created a grand total of twenty-six girls, in this room anyway.
Every now and then, some one would come through the door, flooding the room in a bright white light, open a cage grab a girl or two, and drag them, kicking and screaming, through the doorway, into the light. We’d never see them again, though we’d hear them for hours after. New girls are always brought to take their place.
Only the new ones remember their names, but it’ll fade in a month or two. The girls have given me the name of Tara, the goddess of protection; though I don’t believe they remember the meaning. You’d have to ask them why they choose this name, I can’t protect them any more then I can protect myself.
Maybe because I try to stop those that come through the door, I know that I can’t, but my fierce stubbornness compels me to try. Or maybe because I sing to try and soothe the young ones. The youngest girl here is five, I think. I am the oldest; I’ve been here the longest. I can’t tell if that makes me lucky or not.
Every now and then, some one would come through the door, flooding the room in a bright white light, open a cage grab a girl or two, and drag them, kicking and screaming, through the doorway, into the light. We’d never see them again, though we’d hear them for hours after. New girls are always brought to take their place.
Only the new ones remember their names, but it’ll fade in a month or two. The girls have given me the name of Tara, the goddess of protection; though I don’t believe they remember the meaning. You’d have to ask them why they choose this name, I can’t protect them any more then I can protect myself.
Maybe because I try to stop those that come through the door, I know that I can’t, but my fierce stubbornness compels me to try. Or maybe because I sing to try and soothe the young ones. The youngest girl here is five, I think. I am the oldest; I’ve been here the longest. I can’t tell if that makes me lucky or not.