Cali was 18 and had been in the 'boarding house' for two years now. She was 5"5 , had long deep brown wavy hair and eyes that could hold anyone's gaze. Every Saturday morning she would clean her room and put on the small white summer dress, that was required by the master of the house, and travel down to the main hall for inspections.
Most girls would get excited, dreaming that a young handsome man would spot them, make an offer and take them home, making them their darling wife. Cali was never excited. She knew the truth behind the sales. Girls were sold to rich young men to be abused, neglected and then sold on again. Prostitution was a lucrative yet very rewarding business, and as many men couldn't afford to by a girl 'renting' one was the next best thing.
By the time the girls were older most were left in organisations, forgotten and used for breeding, a lucky few were bought by kinder men with whom they grew old with- but this was rare.
Cali watched silently as the girls flicked their hair and fluttered their lashes, trying to gain attention. Young men, most in expensive suits, floated around the hall pointing and winking at the girls. Cali snorted at herself, stood with her hips slouched and a stern look on her face. She didn't want the attention.
She would do anything to avoid going home with one of these men, she wanted freedom, her own life, happiness.
Each inspection Cali had managed to put off any potential buyers, ignoring them, snorting and even spitting to get them away, and each time Cali had been told off and escorted back to her room.
She should have been sold the second she turned 16, her slender body and stunning eyes should have meant men were fighting over her, but no man wanted a challenge, all except Finn Groveston.
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His Slave
ChickLitSlavey has returned, but not in the way you would think. Cali is a fighter, determined not to be ruled by the modern power of men, Finn is rich and determined nothing gets in his way.
