<b>(Cafune)<br/>
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She</b>grew up in a broken family of exactly four. First was her father, he worked at a car dealership, spending most of his cash at the bar so he could come home to the frail woman he called his wife. Her mother wasn't a smart woman at all, she had no real job, and she stuck beside a man whom had no problem raising his hand to not only her, but her two children. One senior girl and fifth grade boy. Raised by his older sister, she was the only real family he knew.<br/>Until she was taken that is.<br/><br/>Rain fell softly, just enough to get the bottoms of her converse wet as she walked to the high school after dropping off her younger brother in the middle school just across the street. No images were collected in her mind from that morning, just the sickly smell of what she could have sworn had been. . .<i>death.</i><br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/><br/>When she woke, she couldn't see a thing, but she could feel enough to know that she wasn't where she was supposed to be. The smell of metallic rose to her nose rapidly, making her stomach churn and her body was sticky in what she undoubtedly knew was blood - and not just her own. All around her, groans could be detected from several other people, whether they were safe to her or not, she hadn't known - not until she was being hauled up to her feet by two strangers. A blind-fold wrapped around her skull tight enough to give her a migraine as she was dragged through the bodies of innocent people like herself and then suddenly, it all happened at once.<br/>Bright stage lights blinded her in seconds as the blind was removed from her vision. Part of her wished they would have kept it on as her eyes surveyed the crowd of - not people, none of them were people she could see, no, they were monsters. Creatures. Horrors from only her greatest night-terrors.<br/><br/>Demons.<br/><br/>Hungry demons threw<i>bids </i>into the air on signs as the announcer began selling her out, auctioning her to the monsters in front of the stage. Some had multiple limbs, eyes, razor teeth and snake tongues. They were beyond what you'd call "normal" people. This was Hell itself.<br/><br/>Yet, suddenly, the bids came to a stop when a dominant voice took charge of the entire room with a simple three words.<br/><br/>"I'll take her."<br/><br/>The voice belonged to a man whom sat on the high-leveled balcony in a suit with other sophisticated looking beings. He wasn't like the rest. He was dangerous looking, but he didn't have several limbs, or eyes, or even fangs. He looked. . . normal, but there was something about the look in his eyes as they met hers that told her he was far from it.