LOGINPrim. Proper. Neat. Elizabeth Burdett was raised with these virtues in the West, a division of the nation held back into the Victorian era by The Selector, a man who assigns the fate of all citizens. But on her day of assignment, she gets sent from her orthodox lifestyle to the gritty, seedy underbelly of the East. Here she must use her body to her advantage, even with the Selectors son.
View MoreI woke up in the morning to shrieking voices and loud clattering, I barely had a second to sit up and rub my eyes before I had someone crushing themselves into me with one of the tightest hugs I've ever had. "Oh my god! You are so pretty!" A high pitched voice squeaked in my ear. I pulled back from the embrace to see a girl half on top of me, the other half of her on the other side of my bed. I stared back into big brown eyes, pink glitter smeared over both monolids. Her platinum bleached hair lay flat on her head cascading just past her shoulders, she had the biggest excited smile I had ever seen.A voice called from the bunk above, "Ah Candie shut up I'm trying to sleep." I guess Vixen still wasn't happy about the bed switch. Last night she stared me down before crawling up the shaky wooden ladder above me. Between the aches in my abdomen and the fear of the entire bed collapsing on me I didn't sleep well. Candie rolled her eyes. "Ignore her she's not nice to anyone, not even
Fox held me upright as she poured cold tap water over me from a bucket, she listened to every scream of pain as the water made contact with the gash on my abdomen. She never said a word, her face remained expressionless throughout my torture. The torment was almost enough for me to forget that I was standing naked in front of a complete stranger. Something that was entirely unfamiliar to me. Except for this morning with Irina. My heart panged at her memory, but I couldn't let her face linger in my mind. It hurt too much. Finally we seemed to be finished, Fox tossed the bucket into the corner of the cement block "shower area." Which was just a small square without a curtain, a rusty spout with a drain.My teeth shuddered together from the cold, it felt like the building had no insulation at all. Fox was assembling a stack of clothes, presumably for me from a disheveled box labeled "newbies." She brought the pile to me, on top a large mens T-shirt that read out "EASTERN FISHING CO
When I woke up everything had changed. All I could do was scream, hunched over in the seat of the transport van. The bottom half of my once pristinely pressed white dress was now soaked in rust colored blood. My blood. With every bump the van hit, my fresh stitches pulled apart causing a mangled cry from my throat. They had taken my body from me, my future. I could no longer ever have children, they cut those possibilities out of me. I don't know how long I sat in the back of the cold moving van, but it was long enough from my sobs to come to a slow. It felt like my mind was screaming at the top of its lungs, deafening me. I wasn't sure who was driving, or where I was going. I was just so scared. My whole body shook uncontrollably, I rubbed my arms in an attempt to soothe myself but it didn't help. The Selector couldn't have assigned this right? This was all just a sick joke on me. My hopes and dreams couldn't end here, not like this. The van came to a screeching halt th
So. Many. Questions. It felt like I was sitting for hours scribbling answers. I had to stand up multiple times just to get feeling back in my legs and to crack my back. Are you allergic to latex? No Next.List your sleeping habits. Average sleeping?I sighed, some of these didn't even make sense. It made me feel incredibly dumb. I had studied at a westian private school for years I should be able to handle a stupid test. Except it wasn't a stupid test, this was determining my life. Eventually I reached the last question, What is your knowledge of the south? That made me pause. The south was desolate, an old history lesson from school long ago. They disobeyed our selector and became obsolete. Our Rozzers had crushed them. The greatest example of our powerful nation. I wrote out a quick summary, ready to get this over with. I stacked my papers back into place and walked towards the small metal slot. I could hear the camera move to follow me, there really had been someone the






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