Caged (open)

by Ekstaze Sat Feb 09, 2013 6:13 pm

Seven years I have been caged and for those years previous I have caged myself. I’ve always been careful; I’m always on the look out to stay out of those bars. Can’t say that I’m smart but I’ve got my wits if anything but I now find myself behind those bars again. A number placed on me, that’s all I am to these people. Sometimes I am given a name but that is rare and it is not truly my name. Though it hasn’t mattered what my name was for years, for even myself, I have forgotten my real name. Number 23 that is what I have come to know…to identify myself among the several others that surround me in cages of their own.

One by one the others disappear and here I stay in my cage at the back of the room, no one talks to me, not even the slavers. They just glance my way and walk on; I wonder what’s so different about me. I know that I beat up a couple of them and created some chaos but why treat me different than the others here. To the slavers all of us are just dirt and is there really a difference between each scum you look at. Not in my eyes.

23 leans up against one wall of bars that made up his cage, he watches as yet another slave is taken from their cage and pushed out the door. He sighs heavily, this is the third round of people that he has seen come and go from this place yet he never leaves. 23 has tried to think of any reason that they would just keep him here and barely feed him. He was nothing special in his eyes but apparently the auctioneer was waiting to find the right person with the right amount of money to buy him or maybe he was just waiting for a special event to show case him. 23 knew that the auctioneer would come to see him here and there and just stare at him with a very greedy expression on his face and tapping his fingers together. 23 tried several times to get the man to talk, to explain things but the auctioneer just smiles. 23 at first screamed, hit, bit and even came close to killing a couple of the slavers but it just got him put in isolation for a few days with no answers.

Another slave was escorted past his cell and he leaned closer to the bars “Good luck” he whispered, he had come to know the kid. He wasn’t much younger than 23 and everyone that he saw come and go from this place he would wish them luck at finding a nice master that would treat them well. He finally decided that he wasn’t going to be taken out to the stage and walked back over to his small corner that he had deemed his bed the first day he was brought here. 23 sat down in his corner and leaned up against the wall with his hands behind his head just thinking of ways that he could get out of this hell hole and back on his adventures.

((Not really sure what I am looking for here cause there really is no plot line but it is a basic story. Slave meets new master or mistress whichever one you feel you want to play and purchases him. But he does have a very mysterious past which you will found out as the thread goes on. Anyone can join this. Any questions please ask them. Number 23's profile is up in my thread in the in-game profiles.))