Raven was special. At least that is what she was told by her parents, "The moment you came out of your mother's womb we knew you were special."
It was what she was led to believe for years. That she was indeed special. Her parents tried to give her the best life they could. About as good as it can get for one whose father was so far in debt the family were practically slaves. Raven, which was not her birth name however she no longer remembers the name she was given, began working the moment she could. She loved her parents dearly and did what she could to make things easier.
She went unnoticed along with the other children until she began to blossom into womanhood. Those fiery waves no longer scraggly but silky to the touch. Crystal blue hues which went from childlike innocence to that of a woman who could captivate you in their gaze. Once thin lips now full and curled into a secret smile. Creamy silky smooth skin with a womanly frame in which the curves filled out nicely. Men had begun to notice her. Her father noticed this and did what he could to keep his beautiful daughter safe.
However, it was not enough. Like predators in the night they had set Raven's home ablaze. Flushing them out like scared rabbits. The images and memories of her father being mutilated and murdered before her eyes would be forever burned in her brain. Seeing her mother tortured and raped before she was murdered. They held down Raven and made her watch. Made her witness these horrible acts before they took her innocence away.
Only, they didn't kill her. As the tears streamed down from her crystal blues. Those lips parting to let out screams of a tortured animal. Her body and flesh now soiled and dirtied by these men. It went on for what seemed like ages when they all took turns with her. She prayed for death. She wanted to die. Anything to make the torture and pain stop. But death did not come for her. Thankfully she passed out before she could endure anymore.
When she awoke she found herself in a cage being pulled by horses. Around her were women and girls around her age. They were all clustered together like wild animals with terror written on their faces. She turned her gaze to observe the sunlight and forest but she couldn't pinpoint where they were. Looking to a girl with honey blonde hair, green eyes, and sunkissed skin she asked her, "Where are they taking us?"
The girl looked at her with no fear, unlike the others, and said, "We're going to the Madame's Rose House of Pleasure. The men who put us all in here said something about us becoming women of the evening."
Her eyes widened in horror at this. She now knew why the other women were scared. She had heard stories of this place. Now, she was going there. The rest of the trip she began to plot her escape. Somehow and some way she had to escape. She promised herself she would die before she would be forced into that sort of life.
It was what she was led to believe for years. That she was indeed special. Her parents tried to give her the best life they could. About as good as it can get for one whose father was so far in debt the family were practically slaves. Raven, which was not her birth name however she no longer remembers the name she was given, began working the moment she could. She loved her parents dearly and did what she could to make things easier.
She went unnoticed along with the other children until she began to blossom into womanhood. Those fiery waves no longer scraggly but silky to the touch. Crystal blue hues which went from childlike innocence to that of a woman who could captivate you in their gaze. Once thin lips now full and curled into a secret smile. Creamy silky smooth skin with a womanly frame in which the curves filled out nicely. Men had begun to notice her. Her father noticed this and did what he could to keep his beautiful daughter safe.
However, it was not enough. Like predators in the night they had set Raven's home ablaze. Flushing them out like scared rabbits. The images and memories of her father being mutilated and murdered before her eyes would be forever burned in her brain. Seeing her mother tortured and raped before she was murdered. They held down Raven and made her watch. Made her witness these horrible acts before they took her innocence away.
Only, they didn't kill her. As the tears streamed down from her crystal blues. Those lips parting to let out screams of a tortured animal. Her body and flesh now soiled and dirtied by these men. It went on for what seemed like ages when they all took turns with her. She prayed for death. She wanted to die. Anything to make the torture and pain stop. But death did not come for her. Thankfully she passed out before she could endure anymore.
When she awoke she found herself in a cage being pulled by horses. Around her were women and girls around her age. They were all clustered together like wild animals with terror written on their faces. She turned her gaze to observe the sunlight and forest but she couldn't pinpoint where they were. Looking to a girl with honey blonde hair, green eyes, and sunkissed skin she asked her, "Where are they taking us?"
The girl looked at her with no fear, unlike the others, and said, "We're going to the Madame's Rose House of Pleasure. The men who put us all in here said something about us becoming women of the evening."
Her eyes widened in horror at this. She now knew why the other women were scared. She had heard stories of this place. Now, she was going there. The rest of the trip she began to plot her escape. Somehow and some way she had to escape. She promised herself she would die before she would be forced into that sort of life.