The 13th Cage

My name is Chyra and I am a slave. For the last two weeks my home has been this iron cage. Men come and look at me, interested but disappointed when they learn of my price.

It always wasn’t like this. I was free. My people are called Blues. Ou

Antony's Slave

Part One

“You! Girl, wake up!”

The summons was sharp and to the point. Alyssandria opened her eyes and squinted against the bright light. At last, the sun. It still existed even if she hadn’t seen it for weeks.

“You

X marks the spot

X marks the spot.

I pull on the second boot, it’s thick heavy leather creaking as I begin to tighten the laces. When I’m done with the boots I don the last part of the ensemble, the long leather coat slides over my bare shoulders, the crims