Chains

Maybe.

No Name P.O.V

I laid on the cage floor. The damp cement ground chilled me to the bone; as I watched the seemingly endless filter of people from behind the bars.
           The predominantly middle age men scanned the cages for their new submissive -- no, slave. The deep scowls set in men's faces made it hard to show how cute you are; I mean you're mainly trying not to throw up from fear.
            I lay peacefully in my cage. No one's going to look at me -- let alone buy a thing like me. My matted-rust coloured hair covers my face, my body thin to the point of discussed and dirty with sweat, oil and urine.
            The evidence of my use burned into the skin on my arms -- 20 marks, 10 on each arm, the lines unique to each of my owners. Each owner meaner then the last. The only reason I was taken so many times was because of my "beautiful" face. They always said that I could make them do anything -- it didn't work very well.
           I was always brought back for the same reason; my body is not just male. Buried in my body is the ability to bear a child. No master wants to have a bastard child with their slave. So, I was returned again and again.
           Today is the last day. This cage will be given to a new slave that they have kidnapped or bread from the whores that live up stares and I will be sent to the breeding room to live the rest of my life, giving birth to children that will be sold to disgusting people.
          I've made it up that - no matter what - not one of my babies will be sold. It will be hard, but I'm going to have to kill them before they come to this world. My heart throbs even thinking about it -- it won't be the first time either.
           My body shivers as a delicious sent wafts by me. I look through the thick tangles of hair and the steel bars to see a man standing at the cage next to mine as one of the clerks explains the process of adopting a slave. I've never seen him before and I know that he has got the best sent mixed with his.
            I spring to a sitting position and shuffle to the bars; the heavy-rusted chains hurting my thin neck as I scramble to get the man. Reaching for the man's pant leg I'm nocked back be a paralyzing shock. My body convulses several times before the immediate shock is over -- then it's just the ache of odd muscle movement.
           "YOU FILLTHY MONSTER DON'T YOU EVER TRY AND TOUCH A CUSTOMER!" Marjorie screeches at me before turning to the man. "Mr. Kouaa I'm terribly sorry it tried to touch you. Please 50% off any of our premium pets." She says bowing low to him. The man turned to Marjorie looking murderous, not say a thing as he looks through the bars into my cage -- inspects me. His eyes are warm, kind and hold worry.
           "Miss. Tell me about this gentle thing here." He gestured to me with such grace, before squatting down. He reaches out to me with a warm hand. I moved slowly towards him allowing the big ruff hand to move my hair away and touch my cheek, "such soft skin," he mumbles. Marjorie looks to another clerk -Mitch - he knew the most about me.
           "Sir, if you'd follow me I can help you," and they disappear behind a set of swinging doors.
           Another shock gose through my body; sending me back into the corner of my cage. Marjorie giving me a pricing stare before moving to the next cage.