Post by Vlasta Toxaris on Nov 22, 2011 17:55:06 GMT -5
It had happened again and Vlasta rolled her eyes, slipping out the small needle that had been hidden in the material of her shabby dress along with a small piece of thread. She must have looked like an old unloved rag doll by now, dress torn and stitched up more times than she had eaten hot meals and her hair had gone into almost perfect ringlets – though they were rather messy ones. With a keen eye she threaded the eye of the needle and began work sewing up the new tare down her chest one of the sellers had made while trying to show off her body to some horrid old perverted man. Of course, she had spat at them both and been thrown back in her cage, but she was happier here than out there with them touching all over her body with skeletal hands. It didn’t take her that long to stitch this hole on the fabric together, and before she knew it there was once again nothing to do.
Vlasta didn’t like the absence of things to do, especially in such a horrid situation. She wanted her mind to be kept away from things like this, times like this made her wonder if Jaques would be in places like this, alone, cold, with no one there to sew his tshirt back together with skill and grace. She had begged for them to be kept together, but the men who took them refused, separating them, well, what felt like years ago now. She gave a soft sigh, bringing her knees towards her while still hiding herself under the horrid cream dress and shuffling her feet along the straw underneath. This cage was too small, and it stank, and by the looks on most of the people passing, so did she and everything else at this trading ring. If only her mother could see her now, Vlasta was sure she would be disgusted; she would have torn the place apart to get her daughter out of such a mess.
Hell, she wished any of her family were here, just as they were when they were young. It would all turn out to be a game, the boys deciding their little sister had to be the slave because she was the prettiest. A small smile crossed her lips thinking about them, all crowding around the bullying her, how she would give anything to be back like that, her mother chasing them all with a wooden spoon as Vincent cried because they had all taken a joke a little too far; how she as the girl would be forgiven and the boys would have to do chores. Yes, it had been a sweet life, but now it was about being a slave. But she wouldn’t give up hope. One day, Vlasta would be rescued by one of her brother’s, somehow rich and healthy as ever. If not that, just someone who cleaned often and wasn’t a pervert would do.
Vlasta didn’t like the absence of things to do, especially in such a horrid situation. She wanted her mind to be kept away from things like this, times like this made her wonder if Jaques would be in places like this, alone, cold, with no one there to sew his tshirt back together with skill and grace. She had begged for them to be kept together, but the men who took them refused, separating them, well, what felt like years ago now. She gave a soft sigh, bringing her knees towards her while still hiding herself under the horrid cream dress and shuffling her feet along the straw underneath. This cage was too small, and it stank, and by the looks on most of the people passing, so did she and everything else at this trading ring. If only her mother could see her now, Vlasta was sure she would be disgusted; she would have torn the place apart to get her daughter out of such a mess.
Hell, she wished any of her family were here, just as they were when they were young. It would all turn out to be a game, the boys deciding their little sister had to be the slave because she was the prettiest. A small smile crossed her lips thinking about them, all crowding around the bullying her, how she would give anything to be back like that, her mother chasing them all with a wooden spoon as Vincent cried because they had all taken a joke a little too far; how she as the girl would be forgiven and the boys would have to do chores. Yes, it had been a sweet life, but now it was about being a slave. But she wouldn’t give up hope. One day, Vlasta would be rescued by one of her brother’s, somehow rich and healthy as ever. If not that, just someone who cleaned often and wasn’t a pervert would do.