Being the princess was the only one stripping naked in Aquamarine for her expensive garments, which were sold along with her long jet black raven mane of hair. The poor girl too bare having a terrible chop Up, boys’ crewcut.
She was near naked, only wearing a dirty long white towel wrapped around her thin waist to cover her front and left her buttocks totally exposed with whip welts lashes across them, along her naked back and legs.
The trolls place her last for that reason to beat her for helping the other ch*ldren to escape and at time across her naked 34 triple-D tan line breasts that was losing the tan lines quickly from the extreme hot sun beating down on her slowly sunburn body.
“Stop” a troll cry out in seeing Emmanuelle stumbling to many times from exhaustion from the heat “put the little one in between those ones, which should keep her going?”
Two more trolls took the noose off her and switch with another girl, she quickly found that two boys she now stuck between were at least five-inches taller then her petite 5'2" frame, forcing her to walk on top of her toes, making her choke on the noose “oh this is not going to work?”
An hour or so later they arrived at their destination, Emmanuelle saw it was a mine shaft inside a mountain. She noticed before entering. A group of people was exiting from it first but being escorted by Gnomes. She counted about fifty or so ch*ldren with near malnutrition symptoms of swollen thyroid glands, angular wrinkles, scars across their faces.
Emmanuelle was trying to get their attention without being caught in doing so, seeing them so unresponsive or just disinterested, with everything around as they all had to adjust there inflamed and swollen eyelids from the sunlight, which they haven’t seen in years.
“My God, look at their bodies, is this going to be I?” she whispered sadly to see their muscles wasting away and about twenty of thirty females were pregnant and no older then sixteen and the whole lot were much older then her by some least five-years, but all looked ten times older.
Emmanuelle manages to get a pregnant girl attention for had lighter hair then normal from pigmentation loss and spotty unkempt hair loss “how long you been here? Where you going and what is my faith?”
The sixteen-year-old teenagers with extremely dull, dries and yellow crinkled skin, felt pity on the eleven-year-old princess, being that old when she was enslave as she open her mouth to speak to teeth with decay and sores inside her mouth, indicating having hard time to eat with pain “rumor is we are being sold into slavery? If so at least that will be heaven, then to be enslaved inside that Hell Pit, which I was for years? For your faith, sleep with your eyes open with a sharp weapon at your side from the r*pe gangs lurking around or you going be like me, this one will be my fifth!”
“r*pe gangs, being those demons? {Trolls and Gnomes}” Emmanuelle manages too whispered off as she was tucked to move and saw the girl nodded her for ‘No” and pointed to herself to whispered out “US!”
Thu Dec 10 03:51:02 2009