<div align="center">(http://i55.tinypic.com/10s7uj5.png) </div><br/>Her naked body brushed against the next girls as she was jostled about inside the truck. The others shook as if knowing what was to befall them, while Verona took her seat and gazed about looking for the best route of escape. Her life has she knew it would never be the same. The daughter of a wealthy banker she had been on holidays with some friends when some men had started making their acquaintance. Of course she had wanted anything to do with them but the following morning she had woken naked and bruised in a small room. There was no sign of her friends and no sign of anyone else. For several day she had been left there, bound hand and foot to a wall and left to her own defenses. Terrified she had made herself hoarse with screaming but when they did come to remove her, it was to hose her down, clean her up, feed her a little before shackling her to a bunch of other girls. All the others were a blend of Asian and African, all stunningly beautiful. For days they moved across bumpy roads stopping to be herded out as if put on show then shoved back in again. She had been poked and prodded and each time she had spat or tried to kick out. Her temper if they had bothered to inquire was notorious.<br/><br/>By the time the truck stopped again, she was weary and hungry. Her eyes blinked when sunlight pierced the truck and once again they were shuffled out for inspection. Verona's deep red hair fell down her back and over her shoulders, so long it covered her body so as to make her feel less decent compared to the others. Her emerald green eyes flashed angrily when the trader took off her cuffs. Her pale skin was all but glowing in the sunlight, she was indeed a vision to look upon. So she was to be brought and sold like some common slave girl. Her eyes flashed treacherously once more.  The man came then towards her and took her hand, she stiffened visibly but followed him. Anything was surely better than being in that truck again.<br/><strong>"I do not belong here" </strong>she told him when she had entered his house. Her proud chin tilting enough to show defiance,<strong>"I am not a slave and I most certainly am not YOUR slave!"</strong>