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rom the cold air as I slowly become alert. Its morning time judging by the small amount o

ing my best to keep the thin blanket wrapped around my body to try and keep warm. My warm breath becomes fog in the air as I yawn, slipp

to join the others. As I line up with the others that were caught as thieve

to safety. I dodge the cars and bikes that drive by me, my bag slowing me down with th

er causes the pedestrians to look in my direction with fear and disgust as they part to the side and give

rowing up in the Slums after loosing any memories I had before age six, I learned that

the Police pursuing me. Past crumbling walls, under clothes hanging to dry that were washed earli

f I have lost my pursuers. Thankfully, I find the coast is clear and decide to make the final stretch to my house,

n both sides of the rundown street. Small bungalows make my little rundown Shack look out of place, but it is enough for me to know that no one would think to check the unassuming building that I have been

ifridge before removing the money and jewels I managed to secure from some rich woman in the shopping district. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that I am one step

securing the lid and hid the cookie tin once more. Making sure the tile is secured in place, I head back to my food stash and take out a few piece of fruit I had stolen today, deciding a small fruit salad is a meal fit for celebrating a good haul. With the diced fruit in the bo

er that we get here. I had thought I fixed this issue when I placed a solar panel on the roof of my hut, something I had stolen t

g me to shiver as I make my way to the right side of my shack where the power box is. Reaching it withing a minute, unease settles insi

ety of my shack but I am too late. Strong arms wrap around my neck forcing m

the large Oak tree beside my Shack. With that, I am forced onto my knees as a group of Police Officers surround me, their guns painted in my direction while another Officer comes to handcuff me. Secured a

Judge to decide my fate. To the law, I am an unwed fertile female in need of corre

ty theft or burglary hoping to make a living and find some form of escape from the hell called the Capital Slums. After our meal, we will be sent t

es, their fat

ll be trained as a proper lady before being sold to the aristocrats as a mistress. Or be defiant and endure the Guards taking turns raping you until you break and are forced into submiss

e the ones that said no to being sent to the Plush room and after a night of the Guards treatment, were given a chance to reconsider their options and by the looks of t

oach the four broken prisoners and guide them away. For some reason I find myself being thankful that I s