First Lines Fridays is a weekly feature for book lovers hosted by Wandering Words. What if instead of judging a book by its cover, its author or its prestige, we judged it by its opening lines?
- Pick a book off your shelf (it could be your current read or on your TBR) and open to the first page
- Copy the first few lines, but don’t give anything else about the book away just yet – you need to hook the reader first
- Finally… reveal the book
“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do this. Please!”
Fingers crushed onto my bloody bicep, slipping down to my elbow as the guard jerked against my fighting frame. My sobs made the words pouring from my mouth barely recognizable, but I continued to plead my innocence as more uniformed men stepped through the door of my small, luxury apartment inside Whitlock.
I chose this book today because I am in a crummy mood and wanted to a dark book for this post. I could think of no darker book than 24690. When I initially wrote my review of this just after I started blogging I had no concept of trigger warnings and the like. Even so, I realized this book would be very upsetting for many, many people. Never in all my time of reading have I read such a violent, unsettling book. The trigger warning list for this would be longer than my arm. Violence, rape, torture, forced starvation (if I remember correctly), public humiliation, slavery…the list could go on and on. If you are one of those people lucky enough to not be triggered by those things then this really is an interesting, if somewhat in need of a good editor, simple read.
Buried deep below the everyday life of our society lives an underground world of nightmares—of violence and murder no one dares speak about. Contracts and laws weave the web of our culture together. Our Masters walk amongst us. They can be our friends, or the ones to make us disappear forever.
Where I once had found peace within my existence, it all ended with the death of my cruel, yet caring owner. My world shattered and I was taken back to the one place I had hoped to never see again—the cells of Whitlock—a subterranean fortress for slaves who await their new placement.
Now I have no rights. I have no say. My feelings and wellbeing are meaningless. Escape is impossible, but I have nothing left to lose.
To stand any chance of survival, I must give my life as collateral to the highest bidder: Soul for Sale.
slave 24690 (from Goodreads)