DreadCurse

As the night casted its embrace over the city of Ashton, a subtle wind blew from its outskirts.

 Within these outskirts stood a shabby looking shack, and standing by its entrance were two bold burly men of uncanning physical resemblance. Both of these men wore a matching set of linen shirts and black trousers.

     Inside the shack's enclosure, three figures could vaguely be discerned. One of the figures was that of a fat man of short stature wearing a black three-piece suit, a white shirt, and a top hat. The other figure was that of a skinny girl around ten years old who was forcefully being dragged by the man, and the last figure was that of a thin boy around sixteen years old who was desperately clinging onto the fat man's left leg.

     The girl possessed long and messy black hairs that reached beyond her back. Her once vibrant grey eyes were now red due to crying. Her usually pale skin could barely be distinguished from the filth covering her body. She wore ragged clothes that could hardly conceal her from the cold.

     The boy possessed short and disorganized black hairs. The most distinguishable feature of the boy seemed to be his unfocused grey eyes that seemed to stare at nothingness. The boy's clothes were in a more sorry state than that of the girl, which gave the coldness of the night more leverage to ravage the boy's pale skin.

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     The boy cried out in despair. "I am begging you, just take me instead."

 "Do you know how much such fine merchandise sells in the market?" The fat man scoffed. "Just considering her age, I will most probably make at least 3 Isen cents."