CRIMSON PETALS

way of making you gr

most, and leave you stranded, or hanging by loos

hing but a rag doll, playing in the silly theater c

yer, they said. But in my case I

onsidering that I had lost track of time, a very, extremely long while ago. I now

bly unknown, and most likely forgotten by th

ng like it did,

I might've just been reliving the same day, over

ingy looking, and rusted cage of a thing, together with some other people. I wore a dir

by all of us I mean everyone in thi

t and sold like objects. Abused and

as tightly as before. It still ached terribly, wh

godfather, or being sold by my oh-so-loving uncle Sebastian. If someone had told my fifteen year

self bitterly, t

is ready for life, and

ise that pulled me out

avily in resignation and tiredness. Not as I was just getting

show some interest in your unfortunate lives, and buy you, don't you think? Even though

rew of men who had walked into the l

of course count us to see if we were complete. Once in a while, t

r cages so that we would run. So that we would finally achieve freedom, and not go through the same

nd unkind to me, but that isn't what ended my surge for freed

m their homes. Far away from everything they knew. They would just get

ing to try. I had

s he passed, making a terribly col

n then to see or know everything that was going on. I had watched the routine

time for food yet? Lately they had been feeding us better, which made me wonder whether there was a

aged woman in front of him, before he sold the boy to a gay and equally ruthless drug lord. They

ages I had collected from this hell hole from flowing in. I refused to cry, no matter how painful it got. I onl

ned, which made me open my eyes in tur

a boy. From where I sat, I feared they would make

They struggled, trying their best to run

ough the air, followe

going to be tortured o