Undercover (5)

Vera opened her eyes when the door of the warehouse where she was held was unlocked. She was in yet another iron cage. They either loved that style or thought that a few bars were enough to keep her under control. Or maybe it was all about marketing.

She was in a huge hall, dark for the most part - except for a few corners where a lamp would allow her to see the surroundings. She was not alone, she could feel it, but she wasn't sure how far the other people were. The iron prevented her from seeing with clarity.

However, she could just wait for them to switch the lights on. When it happened, she noticed the cages aligned with hers. There were half a dozen of those, one with a figure rolled in a corner. Vera recognised the girl from the auction.

She was the young witch they wanted to sell the following week. Twelve years old, like Vera was when the agency had found her. She felt sorry for that poor witch.