The bars were cold, bumpy, and wet. Small fingers were wrapped around them and brown eyes stared out. Everything was chilled and frozen, save for the men. They stood talking loudly and gesturing forcefully. The caged girl said nothing.
"How old is she?" This man had a gun and a uniform.
"Maybe seven." This man had a briefcase and a three-piece-suit.
"Perfect…I'll pay fifty American dollars for her."
Money was exchanged, the cage tossed into the back of a loud pick up truck to be carried far away. The child would be sold and re-sold, violated, and beaten.
The world's newest sex-slave.
On hand gingerly let go of the chilled bar and reached out towards the man with the seventy-five American dollars.