Willow's P.O.V

     "Yes Master." I spoke observing my appearance in the mirror. "Doesn’t that sound a bit sexual? I asked myself.  I had medium length black hair, porsecline white skin. Blue/greyish eyes. And plump pink lips.

     Getting to the point here we live in the year 2048 where technology has changed as well as the freedom and rights of females. Ever since a few months ago our president Bill Cohen has made a law where all females become slaves.  Since then females have stayed in a Training Facility.  Here we learn how to be proper as slaves, Meaning how to please our masters respecting and doing everything they tell us. President Cohen was popular due to two reasons, His laws and his son Jett Cohen. Jett Cohen was 18 years old, Tall, Brown hair, Dark brown eyes, soft white skin, and pink lips. Taking after his father who was in his mid 40's. Both were dashing handsome.  They're looks made them both seem like innocent men which had girls all over them when President Cohen seen how girls treated his son he was fed up with it making a new law that all women deserve to be slaves.

     Today was May 31'st 2048. On this day all men were heading to the Training Facility to pick a slave. One smart rule President Cohen made was an age limit. Depending on the mans age was he to choose a slave around the same age as him.  I heard yesterday we were suppose to line up against a wall with our eyes closed. Like that the man would be able to observe our appearance and body. If they were displeased or curious they could ask us questions which we had to be honest against our will or their were consequences coming our way. 

"Number 312 are you ready?" Asked the guard standing next to the door.

"Yes, Sir." I replied.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." He demanded.

     Obeying the guard I turned around putting my hands behind my back, I felt him put two cable ties around my wrists.  Grabbing my arm he led be down the halls of the facility.

      The facility we were in was completely white with not many windows, There were about five stories but the females were limited to only three. What's beyond the three stories was yet to be found out.

     The guard led me down a long hallway making a sharp turn to the left causing me to almost lose balance. Around the corner were two lines of women in front of two elevators. Above each elevator there was a sign, The one on the left read Ages:10-21 the one on the right read Ages:22+.

"Age." The guard turned and looked at me.

"16.." I spoke in a low tone.

     Nodding he took my arm putting me in the line that read Ages:10-21. In front of me was a girl who seemed to be 17 or 18. She had short brown hair, tan skin, green eyes, and dark red lips. Turning around she looked at me with a smile.

"My names Natalie what's yours?" She asked curious.

"Willow.." I told her.

"Pretty name.. Are you excited?" She smiled again desire filling her eyes.

"Excited for what..?" I protested.

     Natalie looked around at the other girls who were crying and panicking.  For some reason she appeared to be completely calm about this situation.  Was she into BDSM stuff?

"We get to have masters" She beamed.

"That's not a good thing." I shuddered.

"Of course it is Imagine all the things that could be done to us." She bubbled.

"Abuse.."

"Exactly!" She shouted grinning.

     Natalie was definitely starting to make me feel uncomfortable with her words. I'm almost one hundred percent sure she was into BDSM stuff.  I felt a tap  on my shoulder causing me to turn around. There stood a guard wearing a pure black outfit, This man seemed slightly off to me normally the guards wore a black and white uniform with multiple badges on it including their names on a small tab on their chest.  Meanwhile this guards uniform was pure black head to toe, His name badge read 'Devin' Above his name said 'Assistant Co Leader'. So he was a co leader?

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"Shut it and wipe that smile off your damn face!" He hollered causing the room to go silent.

     Both me and Natalie nodded looking down, After seeming satisfied with our reaction he turned to another guard and began talking.

"Let's begin."

"First we'll start with Ages 10-21 only fifteen people fit in the elevator so suck it up buttercups!" The Co assistant yelled.

     There were at least hundreds of women here in each line and their telling us to suck in? How senseless were these people?

     As time went by It was getting closer for my turn in the elevator, I started to feel nauseas as thoughts of what’s gonna happen to me flooded my mind. Torture was one main thing I was concerned about.

"What's gonna happen to my daughter!" A women with blonde hair screamed holding onto what seemed like an 8 year old girl.

"She'll be put in the child center care until she's old enough to understand what's going on ma'am now I suggest you let go before something bad happens to you and your daughter." The guard calmly taunted her.

     The women cupped her daughters cheeks hushing her.

"Everything will be okay darling mommy will be back soon I promise." The mother tried to sound confident but broke down instead.

"Mommy where are you going?" The young girl questioned.

"Ma'am let her go." The guard warned.

"Number 312 step into the elevator."

     The guard attempted separating the mother from her kid but it only made it worse causing screaming and crying. The guard soon became fed up with the situation pulling out a hand gun shooting the mother and daughter.

     My body froze, I could hear my own breathes and heartbeat why in hell would he shoot them? This earned many women screaming and crying. I felt my body being pulled into the elevator aggressively when I heard more gun shots, The doors soon closed to the sound of pained women.

     I looked at the button the elevator guard pressed 'Floor Four'. Today is the day we see what's above floor three.

"When the doors open you all continue standing in the line against the wall that we set up near the other girls, Close your eyes and remain silent unless someone asks you a question then you'll answer it or do what they say got it?" He bellowed.

"Yes, Sir." We all replied In unison.

     I could hear the other girls breathes as the doors opened, There stood a long line of girls against a wall with their eyes closed. The guard took each girl to the wall placing us in a tall posture. Soon he took me placing me at the very end.

"Eyes closed." He told the last fifteen of us.

     We obeyed his orders closing our eyes awaiting for further orders.  The sound of another door opened from far away and I heard a familiar voice.

"Ladies.. Ladies.."

     It was president Cohen.

"Today is the day your youth will be soiled, Today you loose your freedom not like you needed it anyways.." He scoffed, "Honestly females are the worst all you do is use us men for money, sex, and fame you constantly want to be spoiled with gifts and expect flowers and chocolates after every fight when you cant accept a simple apology women are ludicrous to our world." President Cohen promulgated.

     I heard many men shout in agreement.

"Even my son Jett Cohen will pick a lady isn't that right Jett?" Cohen chucked.

"I wont promise I'll find a good looking one.. But whatever I'll give it a shot.." Jett mumbled.

"Then shall we begin?" President Cohen announced.

     Many claps and agreements were heard.

"Then begin!"

"Don’t touch me!" A high pitched voice screamed.

     Within seconds the sound of a slap was heard then crying..

"You dare disobey me?" The man hollered, "Perhaps someone outta teach you a lesson little lady!" He shouted.

"I'll take her." The same voice said.

     I couldn’t help but open my eyes to see what was going on. The sight of a tall muscular man dragging a blonde girl by her hair was seen. What I seen next made my stomach drop, The man dragged her over to a counter where she would have something burned onto her skin. I assume it was something that showed she belonged to him.

     Silence then an agonizing scream was heard making us all flinch.

"Didn't they tell you to close your eyes?" I heard a deep voice say.

     Quickly nodding I closed my eyes.

"Hmm.. Not the prettiest but I'll admit you do have curves.." The boy said.

     I clenched my fist biting my lip to hold back what was about to spill out of my mouth.

"Open your eyes." He demanded.

      Opening my eyes in shock who stood before me was Jett Cohen. Spoiled, Sarcastic dumbass  who has nothing better to do in his spare time than order people around.

"Oh? What's this?" He questioned leaning closer to my face.  "What stunning eyes you have I like them." He grinned.

"Smile." He demanded once again.

     Obeying him I smiled showing off my straight white teeth. He nodded in approval taking my arm dragging me to the counter where I seen the other girl get burned.

"I'll take her.." Jett mumbled putting his hands in his pockets.

"Alright." The man at the counter nodded putting the metal stick in fire. 

      I held my breathe preparing for the pain, out of the corner of my eye I seen Jett look at me.

"Oh.. That wont be necessary." Jett spoke up

"But Sir its requ-"  "Must I repeat myself? I said I don’t want any marks on her." He barked. Making me flinch.

     The man quickly nodded signaling us to pass. Jett grabbed onto my arm leading me to another elevator across the room. "Don’t thank me." He spoke. "I wasn’t go-" "Oh so you want to be burned?" He asked dragging me back. "No no!" I pleaded. I seen him smirk pulling me back to the elevator.

     Once we were inside I seen him click the button 'Fifth Floor'

"Name." He ordered.

"W-what..?" I asked confused, My thoughts were taking ahold of me once again the fear of being hurt or tortured stuck in my mind.

     Jett sighed pinching the bridge of his nose "What's your name?"

"Willow.." I hesitated.

     Jett nodded as the doors opened leading down a long hallway at the end of the hall was a door. Pulling on my arm he led me down the hall opening the door, What was on the other side had me In shocked.