I should be happy, but how can I be? I am barely twelve and have been forced into this new life of mine. No, that is wrong, this isn't my life, it is theirs.
They have the right to use me however they wish, apparently, though I am not good enough for my parents, and I cost too much. Even doing all the chores around the house and working every day. All the money I earn goes to them. I guess I don't earn the money. They earn it from renting me out.I listen to their words, my ear pressed against the door, but it simply mumbles. My parents warned me a week ago, that they can't afford to keep me, even with me working and giving them every penny. Not that I have a choice however when it goes straight to their bank."Ten thousand." That I heard, is that really how little they see my worth? I hear them agree, moving I step back and sit on the small mattress. I want to say this will be good. Maybe this woman will be nice, won't use me like my parents did? Then again, they will want me to earn back that ten thousand, and more to cover the expense of me living with them.I watch as the door opens, my eyes instantly meeting my father's. I plead with him not to make me go, but it is futile. They had me for the money, they knew the lack of laws, and rules meant they could. Only it turned out that people around here mostly had their own children some were allowed to be children, and others were used as servants. Like me.It made me getting work hard.My mum places the paper down. "Sign." I look at her and my father. "Miranda just sign the damn paper! Right now. In a few years, you can come home. I promise." Nodding I do as I am told. "Miranda." The woman looks at me and I nod. "I'm Mrs. Jones. Grab your bag we need to leave." With no more words, she turns and walks out. Picking up the bag I walk to my parents. Waiting and hoping one of them will change their minds, my mother is already counting out the money she made selling me.I look at my daddy. Even with the horrible life, every now and then he made me laugh, picked me up and was a father. Tears brimmed my eyes but he didn't even flinch. I stepped past them. Hoping one would say goodbye, love you or anything.Instead, silence followed behind me as I slowly walked out of the house. They didn't say wait, stop or goodbye. They didn't even wave as I sat in the car and we left. It was like I was nothing more than an object that they had wasted money on."You will be staying with me. There are eight other girls and four boys." Mrs. Jones states. "Your name is not Miranda, for now, you will be known as Mutt. You're new, and haven't earned the right to your name." I stare at her shocked. Opening my mouth to protest her hand covers it."Argue and you will not be fed tonight." She removes her hand and faces forward again. "Everyone has their own jobs. I was doing your family a favour by buying you. No education, no experience. You have nothing."I listen to her words."Some of the girls have jobs, some help around the house, but the plan is you replace them so they can work more." I stay silent."Do you understand?" I nod, and she looks annoyed."Speak, I at least know you know how to do that, or so I hope!" "Yes." My voice is weak and broken."Yes, what?" She sits waiting. I look at her confused. Does she want a full sentence?"Yes, I understand." I watch the horror on her face. She moves too quickly for me to notice, or react, but the sting of her hand across my face has me screaming."You say. Yes, Mrs Jones." Clearly, your parents forgot to teach you manners!" "Yes, Mrs Jones." My voice shakes as I cradle my cheek in my hand, forcing the tears away. I watch the car stop and we get out. Walking into the house I am in awe. It is huge and beautiful. Not like my parents. they have a one-bedroom flat, where I would sleep in the cupboard."Here!" I hear Mrs Jones call out, everyone appearing. My eyes flutter across them. They look happy, how can they look so happy?"Meet the new Mutt, hopefully, she lasts longer than the last one. You all know the rules. Stay out of her business. Don't get involved. Anyone caught sneaking her food, clothes or anything will go down a rank." Mrs. Jones pushes me forward."Elaine, make sure she knows her schedule, she also needs lesson times." I watch as Mrs. Jones walks away, Elaine looking at me as everyone disappears."How old are you Mutt?""My name is Malinda," I state, trying to stand up tall."Your name is Mutt and you will starve if you speak like that again! I can see you will be trouble so follow me." She walks off and I follow her through some doors and downstairs. The basement is dark and grubby.I look into the small cells and she stops at one."This is yours. You're only allowed in here, if less you are cleaning other rooms or doing chores. Here." She holds out a piece of paper and a pencil.Taking them I look at her confused."Write, because this is your life right now and if you lose that paper, you're starving!" She is horrid, just as horrid as Mrs Jones."5 AM, wake up. Make breakfast for everyone, that is eight of us, plus Mrs Jones and her three children. That makes 12 as I am guessing you don't know maths. Ensure it is on the table by 6 AM. While we eat, you clean the kitchen and whatever mess you made while cooking. When we finish, you may eat whatever is left. From seven AM until Nine AM you will do work, teaching yourself basic skills. There is a bookshelf out there. DO NOT WRITE IN THOSE BOOKS!" She shouts the last words at me."Nine AM until Four you will work in the factory. Four until six cook and ensure food is on the table by six at the latest. Then the same as breakfast, you clean as we eat, and once we have finished you have whatever is left. Seven until eleven you clean all the bathrooms in the house and any other rooms with a blue strip on the door." I hurriedly write it down. She didn't give me time. So I have 5 a.m. cook. 12 people. Clean, eat. Educate until nine, factory until four, cook, then clean and then eat, followed by clean until eleven.She walks off not even checking if I got it all. Suddenly she turns and walks back to me."Rules. Your cell, you stay out of everyone else's. Any books you require for educating yourself you use out there. You do not bring them into your cell. If you are caught stealing food, you will miss two days of food. If you are caught stealing anything else, well, you will be gone as quick as the last mutt." Her words are harsh and once again she turns and leaves.I simply stand staring at the walls of my small cell. I thought I had it bad with my parents, but now I realise I was wrong, this is hell.Within a few months I had settled into my new life, every now and then I made mistakes and wouldn't get to eat. I was still known as Mutt, however. Which Mrs. Jones and everyone reminded me daily that it was my fault. If I didn't keep arguing and saying my name, I wouldn't be called Mutt any longer. Closing the door I relax. It is nearly midnight. Cleaning today took longer. James, Mrs Jones' son had friends around, so my usual cleaning routine took far longer than it normally would. Sitting in my small cell, I take out the pencil and paper. It is the only thing I have. Drawing a cake with candles, I wish myself a happy birthday before rubbing out the image. I learnt quickly, that paper is sacred. I am given maybe five sheets a month, some months less. So after using a piece of paper, I would rub out the pencil to reuse it. My mind can't help but wonder what my parents are doing. Are they sitting there wishing me a happy birthday? Do they even remember it is my birthday? They
I had thought Mrs Jones was bad. I soon found out just how wrong I was. Dean is the devil, literally. If I could go back to Mrs Jones, I would have my bags packed and ready. Or rather bag. Dean and his gambling problem cause drama for everyone. We have moved cities three times since I was sold to him. He gambles, raising his debt to others in the city then makes us all run and hide. This new city will be the same as the last ones. My role will be the same. I am used to the clubs now, I am used to my roles within them. I am used to the show now. I’m Twenty-eight and know the way to get men to pay extra, to pick me before the other women. It’s the starting point I hate. I hate it more that this is a new city, somewhere I have never been. I knew the men where we were, but apparently, this city had more money. It is a clean city, in the sense no one knows Dean and he owes no one anything. I stand next to the other women, and I can feel Dean’s eyes on me from the corner of the room.
It is rare I drink anything other than water. I place the glass down and move forward to kiss him, his hand going up and stopping me. Shit, I am in trouble now. “Sorry, I’m new to this place, I don’t know the rules.” Maybe I shouldn’t lead here? “Miss Raven, right?” He looks at me and I nod. “I’m Demitri, what is your name?” He smiles at me. “Dais-Erm-Cherry.” I never get asked my name, and when I was sold Dean told me my name was Cherry if I was ever working, it suited me better for what I was to do. “Cherry. It is nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand I shake it. I’m confused, he paid to have me in this room and is talking to me? “Can I ask you something, Cherry?” I nod, feeling nervous. “Are you really happy with selling your body?” “It is money.” I smile at him. “I know, but surely you are not happy to have different men use you for pennies when you’re worth far more?” I stare at him. “You have choices, you realise that right? Sure, this is an easy way to make qui
I sit and look at her, fascinated that she is here. Partly because it breaks the fucking rules, but more that she is here. She looks wild, just caged. Part of me wants to walk outside and find Dean, but my hands are tied. That contract can’t be changed, so she is his. Even if it is disgusting how he treats her. So I won’t, for her, I won’t. I stare at her, and her eyes are beautiful, huge and blue. How anyone can look at her and hurt her I won’t understand. I should leave, every moment I spend here with her is another moment I want to break that Dean guy's jaw. Standing I smile at her. “It was nice to meet you, Daisy.” I nod to her slightly and turn, as I reach the door I hear her quiet whimper and stop. “You’re crying?” I stand and look at her. “It’s fine, just go.” She stands up and tries to look defiant yet she looks exhausted and like she needs sleep. “Clearly it isn’t, you look disappointed.” “I’m not disappointed Mr. Devil, I am merely exhausted and know what is to come on
“Em.” I wave the woman over. Taking out my wallet I hand her money, her eyes looking at me confused. “I require an extra hour with the lady Cherry, and she agrees. Put that with the rest.” I pay the exact same amount, I won’t pay extra because that dick gets it. Walking back through I see her kneeling. She stayed and waited. Trusted that I would come back? I stare at her amazed. “You didn’t move?” “I trusted you to not lie.” Her words are quiet as she stays kneeling. Her eyes are down, and her palms are up. “You have done this before.” She is in a perfect position. “Not all men who paid for me wanted pure sex, some wanted a submissive or a slave. So I was trained.” That is perfect, and as much as I love my submissives, she deserves far more than that tonight. “On the sofa, little bird.” I watch as she does as I say. Sitting on the sofa I shake my head. “Lie back, I have limited space and resources little bird. But your pleasure comes first.” I walk to her, as she lies back. My
I watch him walk out. He is different, which I like. Although I doubt I will see him again. I broke the rules today, more than one. I spoke to him, told him things, and said my real name. Took pleasure, I am not allowed to take pleasure. Drank, I drank even if it was only a bit. I hear the door open and look up at the woman. “Cherry, your payment.” She hands me the money. Smiling I take it. “Thank you.” I watch as she walks out, my eyes on the money. I could leave, over four thousand is in my hand, and I could run. I consider it, yet I know I can’t. All it takes is one person to look me up and know that I am owned. Standing I walk out, Dean stood by the door waiting. I walk out with him following and sit in the car. “You were gone longer than an hour. You know the rules. When time is up you leave.” He looks pissed off. “He paid gain for an extra hour.” I hold out the money. He takes it and smiles. “Good girl Cherry, there are two other men who will pay high amounts, I will fin
I walk into the house and my brothers look at me,"You're late,"I ignore their words and get a drink, I can still see Daisy below me, her pleasure, that orgasm."Rosalie is waiting."I turn to Calix, my head shaking."I'm not in the mood to play tonight, you two carry on without me." I want to go back there and ask for her details, find out where she is."Awe, did you get a new friend?" I hear Marcello."Now now Marcello, they are missions. Not friends, he just likes to save them from their own lives." Calix laughs."I'm worn out, if you two keep being dicks, I will send Rosalie home."I see Marcello's eyes widen at my words."Okay, okay I am going to play." I watch as they both walk off to the room where Rosalie is. I don't sleep well. It isn't so much her teasing my mind, but I am now worried, would she have eaten? Got sleep? All the qu
I wake, feeling confused and groggy. My head is pounding and I fight to remember what happened yesterday. I remember Mr. Anderson, the shower, my words after which caused him to punch me.The club, I was at the club. I sit up and look around, unsure of where I am. The bed is huge, bigger than my room at Dean's, the whole room is huge. Did I go home with someone? I fight to remember but there is nothing.Panic rises, did Dean sell me on? I feel sick. Standing my legs shake. I walk to the door and open it quietly, peering outside. I can't see or hear anyone. I poke my head out more trying to see more but there is nothing. Wherever I am is nice, that is for sure.I step out quietly, walking as quickly as possible, trying to find the way out, I am constantly turning and looking behind me.My body slams into something hard. Looking up a guy is peering down at me amused. I scream, and push him, his face full of shock. His hands try t