Different from the Rest

Slightly faded, the wooden walls for the homes of the village folk were outdated, but produced a friendly aura of homeliness. Jagged rooftops, each a different height, steadily leaked providing an bothersome issue for the house owners. Everyone had built their own houses; that's how it was around this village. Lives were taken into the owners hands, not left for others to pick up and be forced to make better. Hung by one thread, every door seemed like a good gust of wind would blow it down, they creaked when touched by a hand. Nevertheless, all these features made the place feel
homely as soon as you passed through the gate, which was also old and rusted.

A young girl, taken slave, fights for her freedom. Going against her master's wishes any chance she gets and breaking ever wall. Can this rebel survive the big bad world?

WARNING: Abuse is in this story, so if you're easily offended I wouldn't read this.