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I was running late for a very busy day at work. I missed my alarm for the morning, rushed out of bed, rushed through a shower, barely made myself presentable for my meetings, and now skipping breakfast and running down the street to the office. It was in short a bad day. Molly Allen, big boss of the office rising through the ranks everyday, I said to myself to raise my confidence, but no one told me how much work it would be.

By now I work in the upper divisions of “The Company”. No one, that I know at least, is really sure about the true nature of The Company, I am not even sure of it's actual name myself let alone what it makes. All I know is that I am managing people to do something, and that something is important enough to pay well. And the pay is what is important, at least to people like me.

When I said I work for the upper divisions of The Company, I meant it. The city is built layered now that there is no more room to expand outward. Each layer higher up is progressively more rich and powerful. Although not strictly enforced there is a sort of caste system, people who live higher are treated better and given better opportunities, while the lower levels are abused. Although one can climb (in this case almost literally) the social ladder and eventually live on one of the higher levels, it is not common and while it might prevent downright abuse the discrimination is still there.

I was passed by a group of Upper City (even higher class than me) women walk by. They were dressed in exquisite and complex dresses, layers of makeup piled on their faces, and all the latest accessories and technology. A example of all the excess of upper society in one group, but most tellingly was the jewelry they wore. Inside their earrings and necklaces were tiny people (almost always women). These were people from the Lower City who have no hope, and try to make it out any chance they get. So they sell themselves off to the rich to use them as displays of their wealth and power over the poor. They are practically people who become worth nothing more than an article of clothing, and it is one of the most sicking aspects of the Upper City culture. They say that everyone who is a “Human Accessory” (as they call it) is a volunteer and will eventually go back to old life reimbursed, but everyone knows better. Who knows how many women are forced into this, or even how many survive. It is accepted among most that anyone who will become a Human Accessory is beyond caring about.

I knew a few childhood friends who due to lack of the skills needed at the time had no hope of a future of anything but increasing poverty and had no option but to volunteer for to be an Accessory for some rich woman somewhere else in the city. So in there teens they volunteered and were shrunk and packaged in with some jewelry. Due to my career I haven't seen them since. As the women walk past, I wonder if by any chance one of those women might be wearing one of my friends. It is unlikely, and doesn't even matter as it is not like I would be able to talk to her even if she was there.

This is why this job is so important to me. If I don't keep up with work and keep advancing, I may very well fall back down to poorer and lower in the city than I was before, and I knew what I would have to do then. There was no way I will sell myself to be some rich woman’s toy.

I was about a block away from my office when my day went from bad to worse. Little did I know that I was being tracked. As I walked past an alleyway two men quickly emerged and pulled me into the darkness. I tried screaming, but they covered my mouth. I started panicking, this is not supposed to be happening there is not supposed be happening. A kidnapping in the Upper City, but crime is almost non-existent. I really wanted to ask what they wanted. A ransom? Just a random kidnapping? But as I pondered the men's motive they injected something into my arm and I was soon found myself limp and unconscious.

I woke up panicked. I found myself lying on a cold hard surface. I noticed that my clothes felt much more free then the fitted suits I wore to work. I couldn't see anything due to my long red hair covering my eyes. That is strange I pulled my hair back when I went to work earlier this morning. At that time I realized that I had no idea how much time have passed. What is going on I think to myself. Oh no! Did I miss work. I am now in full overdrive panic mode. I can't miss work. I quickly reach out to pull my hair away from my face to see where I was.

I was in shock. The floor was some-sort of crystal like material. It was clear but I could only see a gray foam like substance on the other side. I could make out a slight reflection of myself. My hair was indeed let down although it actually looked quite nice. I was no longer wearing my professional business wear, but instead a much more casual dress such as one you could go dancing in. I couldn't say I looked bad, but that was not anywhere close to being on my mind. I was still trying to figure out what was happening to me.

“So you are finally awake!” I heard a loud, excited and feminine voice say. I was startled to say the least and very nearly jumped out of my skin. It was too loud to be from in the room, but was much to clear to be from a speaker. So who was talking to me. Before I could turn around I felt the room begin to shake and I felt a force pull up on the room, not unlike an elevator but much faster. I pushed to the floor as I wasn't expecting this sudden motion and lacked the balance. I look down and see the gray foam receding away. The foam was in what appeared to be... no that can't be right. It appears that it was a wooden box, and as the room moves further away it appears to be... on a table. No this can't be right, I think as my mind connects the dots. This can't be happening. The motion finally stops and I manage to turn around...

I wasn't in shock, but almost broke down with what I saw. The massive face of a girl who couldn't be much more than 19 staring down into the domed chamber I was in. She was by all accounts extraordinary pretty, and I could take in almost every detail of her face from this vantage point. She had beautiful long brunette hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and perfect tanned skin. She had near perfect teeth as she smiled down at me. The smile was the worst it just makes me think of what my life was, and what it is now. Nothing but amusement for this young girl. Then she said the words that just drove my fears home and made me breakout in tears.

“Hello my name is Elizabeth, and you are my first Accessory.”

Description
I was running late for a very busy day at work. I missed my alarm for the morning, rushed out of bed, rushed through a shower, barely made myself presentable for my meetings, and now skipping breakfast and running down the street to the office. It was in short a bad day. Molly Allen, big boss of the office rising through the ranks everyday, I said to myself to raise my confidence, but no one told me how much work it would be.

By now I work in the upper divisions of “The Company”. No one, that I know at least, is really sure about the true nature of The Company, I am not even sure of it's actual name myself let alone what it makes. All I know is that I am managing people to do something, and that something is important enough to pay well. And the pay is what is important, at least to people like me.

When I said I work for the upper divisions of The Company, I meant it. The city is built layered now that there is no more room to expand outward. Each layer higher up is progressively more rich and powerful. Although not strictly enforced there is a sort of caste system, people who live higher are treated better and given better opportunities, while the lower levels are abused. Although one can climb (in this case almost literally) the social ladder and eventually live on one of the higher levels, it is not common and while it might prevent downright abuse the discrimination is still there.

I was passed by a group of Upper City (even higher class than me) women walk by. They were dressed in exquisite and complex dresses, layers of makeup piled on their faces, and all the latest accessories and technology. A example of all the excess of upper society in one group, but most tellingly was the jewelry they wore. Inside their earrings and necklaces were tiny people (almost always women). These were people from the Lower City who have no hope, and try to make it out any chance they get. So they sell themselves off to the rich to use them as displays of their wealth and power over the poor. They are practically people who become worth nothing more than an article of clothing, and it is one of the most sicking aspects of the Upper City culture. They say that everyone who is a “Human Accessory” (as they call it) is a volunteer and will eventually go back to old life reimbursed, but everyone knows better. Who knows how many women are forced into this, or even how many survive. It is accepted among most that anyone who will become a Human Accessory is beyond caring about.

I knew a few childhood friends who due to lack of the skills needed at the time had no hope of a future of anything but increasing poverty and had no option but to volunteer for to be an Accessory for some rich woman somewhere else in the city. So in there teens they volunteered and were shrunk and packaged in with some jewelry. Due to my career I haven't seen them since. As the women walk past, I wonder if by any chance one of those women might be wearing one of my friends. It is unlikely, and doesn't even matter as it is not like I would be able to talk to her even if she was there.

This is why this job is so important to me. If I don't keep up with work and keep advancing, I may very well fall back down to poorer and lower in the city than I was before, and I knew what I would have to do then. There was no way I will sell myself to be some rich woman’s toy.

I was about a block away from my office when my day went from bad to worse. Little did I know that I was being tracked. As I walked past an alleyway two men quickly emerged and pulled me into the darkness. I tried screaming, but they covered my mouth. I started panicking, this is not supposed to be happening there is not supposed be happening. A kidnapping in the Upper City, but crime is almost non-existent. I really wanted to ask what they wanted. A ransom? Just a random kidnapping? But as I pondered the men's motive they injected something into my arm and I was soon found myself limp and unconscious.

I woke up panicked. I found myself lying on a cold hard surface. I noticed that my clothes felt much more free then the fitted suits I wore to work. I couldn't see anything due to my long red hair covering my eyes. That is strange I pulled my hair back when I went to work earlier this morning. At that time I realized that I had no idea how much time have passed. What is going on I think to myself. Oh no! Did I miss work. I am now in full overdrive panic mode. I can't miss work. I quickly reach out to pull my hair away from my face to see where I was.

I was in shock. The floor was some-sort of crystal like material. It was clear but I could only see a gray foam like substance on the other side. I could make out a slight reflection of myself. My hair was indeed let down although it actually looked quite nice. I was no longer wearing my professional business wear, but instead a much more casual dress such as one you could go dancing in. I couldn't say I looked bad, but that was not anywhere close to being on my mind. I was still trying to figure out what was happening to me.

“So you are finally awake!” I heard a loud, excited and feminine voice say. I was startled to say the least and very nearly jumped out of my skin. It was too loud to be from in the room, but was much to clear to be from a speaker. So who was talking to me. Before I could turn around I felt the room begin to shake and I felt a force pull up on the room, not unlike an elevator but much faster. I pushed to the floor as I wasn't expecting this sudden motion and lacked the balance. I look down and see the gray foam receding away. The foam was in what appeared to be... no that can't be right. It appears that it was a wooden box, and as the room moves further away it appears to be... on a table. No this can't be right, I think as my mind connects the dots. This can't be happening. The motion finally stops and I manage to turn around...

I wasn't in shock, but almost broke down with what I saw. The massive face of a girl who couldn't be much more than 19 staring down into the domed chamber I was in. She was by all accounts extraordinary pretty, and I could take in almost every detail of her face from this vantage point. She had beautiful long brunette hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and perfect tanned skin. She had near perfect teeth as she smiled down at me. The smile was the worst it just makes me think of what my life was, and what it is now. Nothing but amusement for this young girl. Then she said the words that just drove my fears home and made me breakout in tears.

“Hello my name is Elizabeth, and you are my first Accessory.”