TITLE: The Menagerie
GENRE: YA - Speculative Fiction - Adult Crossover
I shouldn’t have left the hotel room.
“Gentlemen! We have a special treat for you today! Feast your eyes on this pure-
I feel colder than some wingless bird in the middle of winter—even after the
spotlight scoops me up into its glow. As soon as they unveil my cage, I hear the
murmured ripples from an appreciative crowd. Though my display is segregated from the
main district areas, I can still make out the other girls in their pittances of lingerie behind
their own windows. Some kneel prostrate—younger ones mostly—while others tap on
the windows like a never-ending S.O.S, luring the attention of clients.
Every Glass District is different. This one is just fancier with its cobbled
pathways, gothic 14th century architecture, and expensive restaurants. However they dress
it up, to me, every district is just a yawning cavern ready to swallow its patrons whole.
The districts wear lust on their sleeves. Roll those sleeves up, all you will find are bruises
and brands on silken skin and needle marks confessing the art of submission and coping.
Skyways crisscross above my head where more advertisements beckon tourists to
view the district from the second level. Suspended just above my display are a series of
viewing boxes where the skyways all convene. Wealthier clientele rent these—those
interested in more than just one night, those with a more driven purpose. Some scout for
theaters, some for private clubs, or Museums like the infamous Temple; I shudder to consider that notion.
Prospective clients fill the viewing boxes.