Elizabeth had been arrested almost a year ago for a ctime she hadn't committed. The person who framed her had done such a good job that no one had even questioned that she was the responsible party. Because she wasn't the type to stand up for herself she had ended up a slave in order to pay off her debt to society. She hadn'the fought or defended herself. She had known she couldn't win against the person who framef her so she had given up. 

Every morning she sat in the corner of her cage with her arms wrapped around the legs dreeding the day she was sold. So far she had been overlooked. Which she thought was a good thing. She had heard stories of what happened to young slaves. She didn't dare hope for a good master. She wasn't that lucky. At best she would spend her rest of her life in the cage. She was used to being invisible. The way she saw it things could be worse so why stir the pot?