Dahlia quivered, it was bitterly cold and the few rags of clothing<i>she was given</i>barely covered her. She knew well enough not to complain, whoever took her had not brought her to harm, not yet. She wasn’t even sure why she was here. She’d been lying in her bed sleeping and when she woke up she was in some sort of cage. She’d been able to feel the bars though her hands were chained to her back and she was blindfolded and gagged. This had been days, possibly even weeks ago. Her once shimmering locks were now dingy from non-washing and her skin was dull. At least now she was only subject to an ankle chain, At least her cage was in the back of a large tent and draped with something dark, except the last few inches. Lying on the ground she was able to watch the ankles of the passersby. Keeping silent was the only option. So far she’d just been hidden from the rest of the world it seemed. Thankful her creamy skin had not yet been marred. She could only lie and listen to the show, mesmerized by the beauty and horror of it all.<br/><br/>Humming softly to herself she whispered the lullaby her mother had sung to her as a child. The mismatched eyes, she’d been birthed with flitted out of around the area of the cage, watching as they passed her. If she reached out she was sure she could have touched someone and they’d not even have noticed her. She kept her hands folded against her chest, her small lithe body folded down against the bottom of the cage. She had slept little since arriving and was hungry, her stomach growling in bitter protest at the thought. Tonight perhaps she would sleep, though sometimes she thought it better if she were to remain awake, at least then she could see if anything or one was coming for her.