<a class="postlink" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/keyootee/rella.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>-flashback-<br/>Rella Rahan was at the market, looking at what was displayed there. It was so neat to see all the fruit, clothes, and all the other assorted things that were there. As she browsed, her brown eyes spotted something familiar displayed at one of the shops. She touched it, it was a statue of a squirrel with one blue eye and one red eye. She turned it over spotting the mark on her family on the bottom. She could remember her mother giving her this, at her fifth birthday. What was it doing here?<br/>"This belongs to me...I want it back!"<br/>The salesman smiled, picking it up in his hands looking over her with a cold glaze. It seemed he was eating her long black hair, and chewing up her body. He was devouring her and everything she was in that steely once over he was giving her.<br/>"I believe it doesn't belong to you yet. The price you must pay is that necklace that is on your throat."<br/>She put her hand to the jewelry around her throat. That had been given to her by someone special to her, someone who had left her. She didn't really want to give it up.<br/>"This has my family crest on it. I don't think it's your right to keep it away from me." She said, grabbing the statuette, but feeling odd about taking it even though she was sure it belonged to her.<br/>"But I have it now, and possession is what matters."<br/>The salesman, took the statue back from her. "The necklace, or you will not have this trinket."<br/>Rella then left, thinking she would get it back when he wasn't paying attention. She crawled into his cart late at night, to steal the trinket away. The man knew she was there however, and took him to the island that he lived on. He grabbed her wrist in his.<br/>"I will show you what I do to thieves. You will see I am no ordinary salesman."<br/>Overpowering her, he took her into slavery.<br/>That was how it started...and years had passed...and she still hasn't been freed. Some sort of strange control he had over her, even though she wanted to escape, every time she tried she felt like she wanted to stay with him for some reason. She really couldn't explain it.<br/>-Present time-<br/>She was in a stall, shoveling out some horse manure. Working with this, was making her really hate horses. They seemed to make the most terrible mess. She hated that her owner made her do such dirty work. What she would do to be free. It seemed most people on this island were scared of the salesman. He had that kind of presence to him. She wiped sweat from her brow. It seemed he was always making her do the most humiliating work. She was very unhappy. Now she wished  that she had just left that statute alone. It wasn't worth all this.