Carmen:

When I was a child I was all told that I was the odd one out the white sheep in the black family. I stood out form the crowd as they would say with my hair as white as snow and a complexion pale as a ghost unlike my family how had tan skin like they had been kissed by the sun god them self and hair blacker that darkest night the only way you could tell I was one of them as with my eye the same as all the other blood-red eyes. As punishment for my look I was kept out of view and mind and only found went my so call family need a personal punching bag. They would come every night each having there way of harming me. My only sister would come and berated me with her words and rip apart my existence, My stepmother would visit on occasion to rip my hair as slap my face say that I look too nice for a spawn of the god of death and that it needed to be changed and finally my father who visited every night without fall with one of his favorite toy, a whip, a cane and a knife and along with these he brought his chains.

When my father visited, the fear that came from with inside make me shake and cry try to beg him not to do this to me but every night was the same, he would grab me by my ankles and through me across the then one by one attached the chains to my neck, arms and legs and he would tie them till I screamed in bone crush pain, that when his face would light up with his sinister grin as he got out one of his toys, his favorite was the wipe, it was long and leather, and it made a cracking sound every time he moved it, he would walks on over to the crack he had in the corner connected to the chains and would pull it till i was fully stretch and suspended in the air and our 'bonding time' as he called it would begin, for hours on end I would be hit and beaten till I could see straight and stars clouded her vision. Once the ripping and tearing of my skin end he would call in the Doctor who would hell and fix the damage done on the outside but never healed the once on the inside. Then the next day it starts all again, over the year I got use to the smell of blood, the ripping of my skin and the pain infected on me. Over time, I grow to no longer felt to pain, or the emotions I was just empty.

But then my six year of living I was shipped of one night to a new place and it was the first time I had ever seen the out side world but this freedom was passing because then I was shoved in to a cage and track of to fare away place never to set eye a upon again.

The next week, I spent evey waking moment try to claw my way out of this cage but to no success. The only time I was allowed out the cage was to use the toilet and that was after being caged against cage. The journey was long and hard and there was no protection from the elements make me sleep deprived and starved.

I wish for nothing more that for it to end but now I wish it continued instead of sending me to that place.

The Savanna Grove they said with a sinners grin upon there faces. From the surface it seems like a normal market with trees surrounding the outside but that was before we went underground. The Savanna Grove had another name The pit of hell. Called this because of 9 level and as you go down the worst they get. The frist five level contained regular black market, weapons, stolen goods and contraband then on the 6th floor was the Savanna Palace where male and female alike sold there body's both willing or not. The 7th floor was a fighting ring where the slave when hoped up on drugs by the owners and forced to fight to the death for the amusement of the patrons. The next floor was sale floor where people could buy and sell the slaves, Row upon rows of people lined up in cage's with prices on the front with solelesss eyes looking out. The 9th floor was where we taken The Village they referred it too where all the slave, owners and sellers lived. Diffenet building and style where on evey Street like the buildings had been stolen from some where else, as they led us to the middle of the village the house got bigger and nicer as if to show they were above us.

Once we reached the square we were all lined up one by one in row of five, I was in the back of the second row. Then lady stepped out from the grand white house that was in front of us, she didn't look a day over 30 but when you looked in to her sharp cold eyes you could see she was easily over 50, her hair was in a large bun held up by two sharp pins, her dress the colour of dried blood clung to her body show of there body. As she made her way to us with a long sigarette in her hand she size up each and every one of us till she reached used.

'Why hello child, welcome to The Savanna Grove your new home, I am mistress June and I will be place in charge of you lot. the way it works down her is that the village is sperated in to 12 area as you can see the 2 house surrounding the center these are the house of the master and mistress, Never enter them. Each of you will be assigned a section where you will be taught and raised the skills you need as we deem fit.' as she made the way to the frist row one by one she called out different numbers or words that a man would take them some where else.

By the time she got to me most of the children had been sent to group 8 or 7 and some to the help group. she called out six and I was braged of to where 2 other children my age where sat, boy and girl. Once all the groups where sorted we were all taken down the 6th road when we were stop and taken in to different house. Are house was the first and close to the centre.

There was a sign outside of the house with

...'Sweet Magnolia House'...

written on with cursive handwriting carved in.

...'Sweet Magnolia House'...

The dark oak sign hung deathly still against the yellow House that still looked paint new but upon a close look there were cracks in the paint, with large white French windows and doors and a balcony hanging over the front door and fake flowers and plants hanging from any place possible it never looked more out of place and like I just had been picked up from somewhere else.

As we were lead in side the house to grand seating room with sofa and chairs where ever was possible. Then a young woman walked in like she was on air.

"Our mistress will be with you soon please take a seat." with that all three of sat on the same sofa still unable to say a word each other only able to give each other side glances. What felt like hours but were probably minutes late an older woman walked in, but it was in possible to tell her age. "Hello children I am your new mistress you can call me Mag but in public you will refer to me as mistress. Know come introduce yourself."

With a few glances back and forth I set forward first with a small a slime and curtsy "My name is Carmen and I'm six years old" as I stepped back the girl next to me went the same as I did " My name is Victoria and I'm also six" and the boy went last "My name is Max and I'm seven years old" once we were back sat on the sofa she spoke once again.

"You children have all been sold to me and are now my property, here at Sweet Magnolia House you will be educated and raised to by spy, seductress and killers for these are now your roles. Now you will all head to your rooms and get clean up and head back down here for your introduction in to your new life."

with out a second to process or think we where wisk away up stairs to another room that looked like a communal area than had four door each having are name already place on them. When I enter in to my room there was small double bed, a chair, table, desk, chest of draws and a small bathroom to the side. It was almost as nice as my old room.

The bathroom was small and simple with a shower, sink and a toilet. when I look at my reflection in the mirror I barely could reconside myself I was caked head to in dirt my dress was ripped to shreds and my hair was red and brown from the dirt and blood of days past, after a some tears slipped from my eyes I got in to the shower and watched the mud and blood run of mean till the water ran clear once again. After that I stepped out the shower and rapped my self in a fluffy towel and sore a new out layed out on the bed a black and white dress with red ribbon.

Once dress I stepped out my room to see Max sat there waiting alone in a matching outfit to mine.

"Your Max right I'm"

"Carmen I know"

"Oh right where Victoria"

"She still getting read"

After a Nice but short interaction we sat in silence waiting for Victoria to come out when she did her hair was still a mess and her eye where red but she was clean and dress. That when it hit me and by the look of shock on Max face it hit him as well we did not care for feel any sort of sadness toward are situation I was more up set that I was covered in mud and dlood than that I was sold the shock and pain had fade and I no longer cared but it seem like she still did. With out a second thought both me and Max got up and pulled her in to our arms and in that moment it was like we became a family for we all know we only had each other from this point on.