Prologue
[Begin phone call]
“Are the documents ready?”
“Yes, you should have no issues with the adoption.”
“Thank you, Arthur.”
“That’s what you pay me for Ms. White.”
“Of course, but you have always done outstanding work.”
“Thank you, Ms. White,”
“How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Cathy.”
“Alright Ms. … I mean Cathy.”
“Good, I will be in to sign the papers in the morning.”
“Sounds good. Goodnight, Cathy.”
“Goodnight, Arthur.”
[End phone call]
Cathy has dreamed of having her own little to take care of since she was a little girl. At age 33, she finally was able to fulfill this dream, buying her first crib, high chair, and most of all, a few big boxes of Comfie’s Crawler Diapers.
[Lilly’s side]
Being a free little was hard. You always have to look over your shoulder, there were always snatchers looking for littles to nab off the streets. Unfortunately, there are few laws in place to protect those littles, leaving them with little protection from the cruel world they find themselves in.
Lilly is a 4’ 4” little with short, curly blond hair and big, light brown eyes that don’t help her case of being a grown adult. She has soft round cheeks and a rounded chin that still make her look like a child. These traits attract a group of criminals called snatchers. Snatchers are like kidnappers, but rather than stealing young amazons, they take free littles and sell them to adoption agencies, who then strip them of all records from their past, leaving them with only their first names, hardly enough to live on if they escape.
Lilly was like any other free little, struggling to make it in a world where people 4 feet taller than her were always treating her like she was a kid, degrading her around every corner. Looking over her shoulder was another ‘perk’ of being free. You never knew when someone was going to try to nab you off the street, bring you to an adoption center, and make your life disappear, as if you never existed at all. It was that fateful morning of March 7th that exactly that happened.
Suddenly, as she is walking down the street, going home from work, Lilly feels the sharp prick of a needle enter her neck, she tries to yelp, but it gets watered down to a gasp, and then, nothing.
{Note: I am open to all constructive critique. I would like to improve my writing after all.}